by, disheveling my hair as
I start to listen and to watch
the stories.
The sky rests on the ocean
making a spine that only falters
with the ripples of bottle noses
breaking through the perfect symmetry.
Gentle in's and out's only serve
to try to hypnotize…However
nature's giant metronome
is frequently disrupted.
Behind me a child crying
and being coddled by his mother,
her fingers cradling his head.
She tells him that he will be alright
and he begins to settle
upon hearing the good news.
The sun has created spots of light,
bouncing off the peaks of every
soft, wet, moving hill.
And as the diamond studded water begins to take me,
a frisbee slices through my line of sight
and crashes into the backside
of a woman's neck.
The gentleman's apologies
were taken with grace
and his phone number taken with a smile.
Soon it is dark...night's light is on
but the book never closes.
There is a natural, fresh calmness
woven into every tale.
It's a gift to notice.
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