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At the Shore

By

Carol Child

Small airplanes, awnings and a beach house

Lounging on the upper wood deck

Walking barefoot on the edge of the surf in the sun

Rain

A bridge lamp, a novel, and an Oriental rug

Sitting in a wing chair, reading a good book

Staring at the window, watching the rain drops run

Down

the ripply pane, the dunes, along the blurred sand,

plunging into the foamy white surf

Watching the blue wedge the clouds south out to sea

Sun

. . .

Carol S. Child

Pg9@aol.com

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