Tuesday, July 12, 2016


There is the mostly white sea bird

imbibing the blue tonic

of sky. Not ice-cold but cool.


And beneath the pines,

a woman in her white sundress

sipping water from a bottle. Its plastic

a light sapphire.


Sometimes, someone mistakes the gull

for a dove in the haloed glare

and others, perceive the woman

in  her fresh purity

as the girl next door.



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