Treasure Island

Aufie Zophy

(18 October 1964)

X..... Amazing Dance


the wavy hard sand
was massaging my feet
when a startled crab
in the shallow sea
danced away from me
it doubted a while
should I dig in here
or tango some further
It tangoed quite a bit on
A score of small fishes
waltzed fast to the deep of the sea
Was is the crab
or were they also afraid of me?

But the most wonderful dance
was still performed by the waves
white pearls of sweat
ornamented their foreheads
they made the music
they sculpted the sand
The sand that was wavy
and still was massaging my feet.


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this poem is meant for beach lovers
I love the
Beach beach beach beach beach
Beach beach beach beach beach
Beach beach beach beach beach
Soooooo Much

Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2011
Edited: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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