The boardwalk…
The boardwalk…
The dancing Lake Huron surround us,
you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder,
studying the lake.
I tell you,
I love the simple days when we can feel the water against our feet.
The morning sun against our skin and
the world seem so far away.
Your morning smile and the 6 am hot coffee,
utopia for my heart.
You take my right hand and we follow the boardwalk to the end.
You whisper.
I love the great lakes, I love the morning silence.
You and I,
kindred spirits following the Port Austin boardwalk every morning and
seeking some calmness and some peace.
I love our mornings walks and I love you dear, honey, sweetie.
I tell you, I love you more. …
Dancing Coyote
Came back today as a possible monster hur0him-or-her-ricane flirts with Central Florida. I know it’s counterintuitive but I love storm-walking down brick-cobbled streets by a storm-tossed lakefront here in Sanford – or anywhere there’s whitecapped water and tall green spires nearby – taking a natural shower before heading home to shower again and take on some wist (not really ful) to memorize a long-ago love who so shared such lightning-n-thundery skies and laughing love amongst the wet sycamore leaves laid down year-upon-year. John, it’s rare I mine poetry – more old and faithful books sometimes on seventh readings still I find new nuggets, possibly old but seen newly…and ours and some few others teach me their poetry too deserves more re-readings. Thanks. J
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Delightful
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Thank you my friend.
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Thanks for the look at Lake Huron and sharing ankle-wetting with a love, John. And, truly, you are Dancing Coyote as well. J Richards
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Beautiful.
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