Standing alone in the sand, bored,
you begin to count to yourself
the grains pushing 'tween your ten toes;
a young girl trim and pretty walks by,
your smile gives away your embarrassment,
she smiles on back and glances,
but continues to walk on by;
her smile was one of attraction,
her glance one last shot at talking;
and then it suddenly hits you
like a seagulls gift from the sky;
how in hell would she know
I was counting sand grain thru my toes.
And they say if you want to meet girls
go by yourself to a beach and act bored;
and I say to myself, I'll no longer deign
future trips to the beach by my lonesome;
next week I'll be back at the grocery store!
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... her smile was one of attraction. Smile could be infectious and turn things around. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing with us. Sylva-Onyema Uba