Chilled, salty water laughed upon his glowing skin,

A black silhouette dancing toward danger.

The water’s froth bribed him in

When there seemed to be no one near.


His work and play became one and the same

As tiny pools of fish glimmered

In the light of the descending sun.


The busy city buzzed on shore

While he wished to float idly at sea.


The seagulls sang to the melody of the wind,

But he continued his tribal dance in the sand,

Lost in the rhythm of the waves.


One comment

  1. erikafuego · December 17, 2013

    love this

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