300 things to do, and
we went down to the beach.
In a tide of families
casting a net around the summer sun.
And briefly, my soul sang like
water over beach rocks
Before my mind recalled
A sundry list of things I’d left undone.
300 things to do, and
we went down to the beach.
In a tide of families
casting a net around the summer sun.
And briefly, my soul sang like
water over beach rocks
Before my mind recalled
A sundry list of things I’d left undone.