Day Ninety Seven: 28th October 2012

THE BEACH

The sand was hot
on that fateful day
watching you in a blue swimsuit
clinging to a tanned body
skipping toward the cool water
sun hat in hand
carefree, smiling.

But the passage of time is cruel,
And the smiling has ceased,
The skipping too,
And the sand is cold.

The Beach: Paste on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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