Santa Barbara October 2000 Poem by Carlos Valenti

Foamy tide, wisping in, stopped in time,
Erased by the starting over of that cycle
Neverending it seems at least not
While I was watching it.
But isn't it all wonderful the seas, the sand, the sun?
Right now I am wishing for more sun to peak through.
I feel like I would imagine feeling on an Arctic beach.
Brrrrrr
But, wouldn't a thought of you.
Embraceable you, touchable you.
Wouldn't that still warm me?
Let's see aaahhh listen to the warm.