Walking in Flip-Flops at the Cove

Walking along the beach,
My eyes obsessed with sand,
It’s easy to ignore all that’s sea.
Lord, forgive me,
I’m searching,
Watching my step, or looking for something.
Walking bodies talk minimally,
Making intercourse hard to believe.
Hands are finding things:
Purple shells, white shells,
Driftwood, round rocks to skip,
Two cones phallically attached to a pine branch.
It’s pretty obvious, we’re all stupid.

day 11
with NaPoWriMo

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10 thoughts on “Walking in Flip-Flops at the Cove

  1. So there are better things to do than merely walking along the water, “minimally” talking? Nature gives the clues. But we won’t have them and thus truly are clueless. Good learning here, Angie.

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