Day Forty three – Summer shore

Willows waving
through a salt breeze
along a blue horizon,

surrounded by
a mountain of angel wings
and trumpet bonnets,

which gather
elegantly by the foreshore
along with coconut smells,

and sticky fingers
dripping in the heat
of tanned bodies,

these shore memories wash
seashells along the banks
of many Summers.

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