At The Shore
Palm trees click and clack in the yard
“I’m in love with my attorney Bernie”
She sings along to Frischberg
I walk through the kitchen and she wants to dance
“To that? It’s 10AM for god’s sake and 88 in the shade”
I wiggle away and she puts on a samba
When I pass back through I’m caught in her arms
Sand on the floor, sand in the sheets
Just another day at the shore
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I’m envious of this day at the shore
A happy moment in time snapped in worslds. Now lasts forever.
Nice vacation!
When I pass back through I am caught up in her arms. Begrudgedly happy. Thank you.