California Beaches

sand stuck to her

like pepper on a steak,

i could almost feel textured

braille of messages

upon her skin,

beneath those

pieces of cloth

anatomy to be discovered,

i ache , i pain

she carries on by,

and i take up my pad

and write

9 thoughts on “California Beaches

  1. Oh! It’s like the song from Antonio Carlos Jobim: “Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, I smile – but she doesn’t see.” Beautiful, wistful, painful.


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