Walking on the beach
of long ago,
the constant roll
of the gulf,
it’s sound, like a lullaby.
 
Sandpipers running
along the shore,
busy with long beaks
that hunt for food.
 
A Heron diving
then landing,
on a rock,
to stretch it’s wings
and dry, in the sun.
 
Pelicans on the pier
with white
and brown heads,
side by side,
watch the people go by.

(2015)

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