Missed Connections in Sacramento
Whoa
Her smile sounds like morning high tide
seagulls wandering in the wind
chirping urchins and singing seashells
a seaside that washes up the beach bum in me
Her lips are the curve in my favorite stretch of shore
irresistible to stroll
Her Two Cents
There’s poetry written about the ocean and then there’s the poetry of the ocean. The steady repetition of waves crashing against the shore quiets the mind, awakens the senses, and opens the heart unlike any other force of nature. What’s not to love about a poem (or a video for that matter) celebrating all of those wonderful qualities? I feel at peace already…
