Gulls swirl high then hang in the air,
suspended for a moment on the air currents.
Wind streaming inland cools,
basking adventurers on beach towels and blankets,
becoming one with the sun and the sand.
Waves crashing at the rocks of a huge inland ocean
lull the lizard-like people out of their daily thoughts and into a rhythmic vacation trance state.
All is forgotten.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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