A Day At The Shore Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

A Day At The Shore



Van Morrison's voice
skimming an Atlantic breeze
memories

Blond girls
embody the past
and my heart
is young again
old friends

Gulls and sandpipers
and brown pelicans
possess the sky
happy to be alive

An irish mandolin asleep
in the hollows of my inner ear
I am here

Whitecaps wails
like widows
on a distant coastal wind
soul on the mend.

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