L. K. Thayer
The Beach - Poem by L. K. Thayer
We walked on the sand near the ocean
The waves touched my feet
The water was cool
I held onto him.
We walked in unison
Feet touching sand.
I scratched his back.
We watched the seagulls watching us.
They were waiting for a handout
Vying for position.
The vendor said they'd eat popcorn.
We made their day, they made ours.
He sang to me.
We wandered and felt the comfort of the sun
Erasing any past hurt.
Like waves wash over a footprint in the sand.
He held my heart
I held his hand.
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