when the summer showers find you
on those drowsy afternoons—
soft comforter caressing
your pajama-ed, sunburnt skin—
skin salty with the memory
of a morning by the sea.
footprints chasing, bare feet racing,
down the wave-erasing strip
of sand beside the sea
grey windows tap and blur
the puddle-splashing grass below
green blades bend and drink,
worn pages turn and then
whisper, whisper
further on, further on...
but eyelids falter now
as faint thunder grumbles on.
And I am somewhere else,
somewhere else
beyond forever and the sea
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