By Toklas
Date: 11 March 2000
Whimsy
My feet are lonely for the sand,
Yearning for the warm
Waves that rush
In and bury our footprints
I look up into the cooling sky
Where a lone gull
Circles far inland
The wind ruffling the dampening air.
I see my thoughts flying with the gull
You in my mind coasting with wings wide
I look again and walk on.
March 11, 2000
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