Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

La Playa

here where i walk
are many other prints
made by those who
were here before me

i am tired
my body still recovering
from what i left behind
my mind immersed in the angst of yesterday
i speak to the wind

an earlier visitor
has scribed words
of gratitude and comfort
in the sand
seen for a moment
until like the signs
of our passing
they are washed away
by the waves

soon my rantings cease
my questions are
captured and cast away
by the ocean wind

a pelican flies away
across the water

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