Taking shell-shorn steps
Towards the frisky sea. A girl
Who knows how to unknow
Her shoes, with a whimsical wobble
Awakens childhood
Lulling around her bare feet
From where you lie
At a gentle distance
Near enough to save her
Not close enough to see
Beyond this point
Her delicate deliberations
Call the sunshine
Into question
Richard G Berg
July 2025
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