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The Fire Burns
Poems
Sep 2016
Late Evening Beach Stroll
Chuckle, chuckle go the waves,
small ones, as they lick the beach
sunset over the strip of white sand
as I slowly walk toward the fishing pier
The temperature begins to drop
flannel shirts over bikini tops
sunglasses rise to head top perch
a fire pit is dug in the sand
The last gull flies away inland
searching someplace to spend the night
past a group of friends I stroll
I hear the sound of popping tops
Crackle, pop and the smell of gas
as the driftwood fire starts
a silver moon emerges from the abyss
setting the wave top foam aglow
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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