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Children chasing gulls
As if they might ever land
Strong wind comes ashore
My boy brings me shells
Proof of this wonderful world
Grey whorl in his hand
Men build sand castles
Children catch enormous waves
Sand crabs cannot hide
Old man boogie boards
Salt water in his grey beard
Schooling the young ones
Next wave is bigger
We wait to ride it to shore
Breakers all around
So much eye candy
Bare chested men body surf
Wash up at my feet
Shoreline erosion
I was here once, years ago
Nothing stays the same
Sunset cruise, dolphins
Jump sleepily off the bow
Surfer Dude patrols
The night takes us in
We can finally exhale
As the summer ends
A glistening sun
Reflects an August Friday
Almost back to school
Watching the boys surf
The waves lift them like small birds
Twittering with joy
© by Janice Schuster.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Janice Lynch Schuster is a poet and writer who lives and works near Annapolis, Maryland. An award-winning author of books on healthcare and a frequent contributor to The Washington Post, her poetry has appeared in a wide variety of journals, as has her fiction. Janice has an MFA from American University and a BS in mathematics from Guilford College.
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Lori Levy:
Very visual. I can definitely see and feel this scene at the shore!
Posted 08/23/2015 12:41 PM
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KevinArnold:
I love the short lines and tercets. A beach with no woman and a richly generous view of men. I was particularly charmed by:
Old man boogie boards /
Salt water in his grey beard /
Schooling the young ones
Posted 08/23/2015 10:06 AM
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