Lap
Best of memories,
an early, quiet morning,
The bight runs
along the big lake forever it seems.
The sand is just beginning to warm.
cool on the edge of the water.
Little ripples burble as they come
and go, licking th shallows.
Footprints on the edge fill with
water and disappear ...
no trace of passing.
You can walk for miles and
no person will be seen, only gulls,
and grass and dunes.
And sky, of course, the beautiful
blue sky.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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