Sliding up, rolling back,
the tide licks the sand
swallowing sea dabs
and bleached dollars.
Waves signal
coming folds
spreading out
like skirts opening.
Salted and perfumed
wind gives permission
to dance with abandon
at the crest of swells.
Alone, watching
each advance,
wary, I tiptoe
seeking asylum in a shell.
Catalina
Cathleen and Chris!
©WavePoint Productions 2008
“Songs are sneaky things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells…I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.”
Pete Seeger
the tide licks the sand
swallowing sea dabs
and bleached dollars.
Waves signal
coming folds
spreading out
like skirts opening.
Salted and perfumed
wind gives permission
to dance with abandon
at the crest of swells.
Alone, watching
each advance,
wary, I tiptoe
seeking asylum in a shell.
Catalina
Cathleen and Chris!
©WavePoint Productions 2008
“Songs are sneaky things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells…I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.”
Pete Seeger
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