( For Enid and others)
She puts her portable
She puts her portable
across
her knees -- a red
shawl
flung
over the hedge
and shuts
her eyes
waiting
to type. The keys
covered
with light dust..
A breeze lallygags
through
the willows
bringing
up voices from the beach,
a
blonde girl, a sea gull
a
freckled dog -- characters
coming
to vacation
along the coast of her mind.
She
hears a bicycle bell
in the
distance. Someone
is
returning to swim --
or
something else...
The
words roar. A restless surf
and
her fingers dive in.
.
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