At The Beach - Poem by James McLain
Sitting back from the waters outer edge.
There is the other edge,
against the grass my back is safe.
Out in the water,
overhead I turn and dance in circles all around.
Where I can watch,
and watching I am also being watched.
Watching children run and play,
I am each time like them amazed.
The woman dressed in colored suites.
Like the eye of every jewel each moon compressed.
The smell of all that oil in the air.
Green grass was floating all around my arms.
Swimming by the salt rinsed out my mouth.
While the muscles on the buoys are full grown.
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