A Summer Beach
If all of this were no more than the grains
of sand you trickled through your fingers that
particular long summer afternoon,
while staring out at that distant far tanker
on the horizon, seeing gulls go turning
on scraps of breeze, before you turn to me
while smiling that one smile of yours that says
it will all be all right, I think it would
be quite enough for me to turn to face
the rest of my day knowing you are there
beside me, waiting for whatever the day
will bring. Not letting either fall or stumble
while making our way back, away from here
returning from the shore to that small cottage
which now encloses all our lives around
each other every morning as we lie
together in its far too narrow bed.
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