I stride vacation sand,
Feet burning.
Three pelicans glide north
Above the breakers.
Kelp beds offshore
Pretend to be reef.
The tide throws up
A stew of seaweed, stones
And plastic shovels.
Where are the wedding rings
Lost at sea?
Blonde slides into surf
Harboring spirits
Of unborn children.
The challenge of skin:
Tan lines from a watch.
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A brilliantly structure poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem 'The Empress Of My Heart.