Thousands of Waves
Waves roaring thousands of decibels. Rays of
sunshine piercing through general store
sunscreen. Watching her eyes trace the shore
slowly. Sandcastles in the distance. Beginning
to chat about nonsense: the news, the tourist
attractions, the local weather. A new decibel
reaching my ears, unknown to me. She turns
to me, face redder than a stop sign. Blushing
from talking casually? I nod back at her. The
newest wave hits my face: “YOU actually
FORGOT to close the GARAGE?!”
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I love the story you tell here and how the poem jumps between natural majesty and everyday realities.
Forgetting to close the garage door is a special kind of humiliation🫣