• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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Waiting, watching waves

Waves rolling slowly toward me
On my round towel.
Waves approach silently, high, then low,
Releasing at the end just the smallest
Bit of water to quietly surprise me.
I wait. Today I am not asleep
Water has lightly dampened my toes already, but when that far verdant green
Splashes up upon me,
I shall leap up and run into the cooling
Waters until my hair lays out behind me
Until my towel is soaked and sandy
Until the sea hears me laughing,
Knows I share his joke