Down the beach, the strum of guitars, congas,
the rhythms of life knowing its longings.
The come on is intense. It sweeps me along.
Yet, I pause. The sea has deceived me before.
It calls out with a jaunty chant, “I love you.”
Its greatness sings from sun to moon.
“I’m not asking you to run. Walk slowly,
Take your time, come in your own turn.”
In the moonlight glow I stand still
listening to the running of my heart.
“Im not asking you to finish. Just start, “ the
falsely true, truly false sea music asks.
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