Cool waves

January 19, 2012
Cool Waves
Every year, we go to Cocoa Beach
Like a flock of migrating geese.
The ocean spray
Coats me
The stench of fish
Surrounds me
And I’m overwhelmed by
The taste of salty air.

I can’t help but tear towards the water,
Screaming the whole way!
The blistering sand burns
But cool waves crawling up my ankles
Relieve my agony.
The gulls shriek overhead
Welcoming me back!

This is my home away from home.
Every year I touch this sand
Let it run between my toes
And never want to leave

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