Breezin'
Standing on the razor's edge between sand and surf,The sun shines down and slows me,
Sea gull glides and flares at my feet,
Hoping I'm carrying but I'm not,
I pick up stone after stone flat and skimming,
Froth on one foot fire on the other,
Five seconds from a cool splash and body surfing,
A parasol flutters and my hair flies back,
I close my eyes and hear life sigh,
Just breezin'.
Dan
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