Conforming waves hissing further along cool sand
Foaming last words along the beach
“Time to go.”
Pick up the last shell and take my hand
Gone are the scents of coconut lotions
Roasted skin and salty sweat licked lips
Kissed when love seemed endless
Gone are the screams of seagulls feeding on
Boardwalk fries and Cheese Curls
Few remain walking along the water line
Behind the hissing, foaming last words
“Time to go.”
Carnival hucksters packing up, retreating to Florida
Iron shutters pulled down and locked on Pizza by the slice,
Frozen dipped cones and flavored ice.
Pick up the last shell and take my hand
To a place where falling leaves replace the sand
Please my beloved make it through December
Make it to May
And fear not our time to go.
Categories: Life, Observations, Places, Poetry
elbrookman 
Incredible poem- Bill and I loved it!! A “bard” who travels the streets of Annapolis as well as the clouds of social media!
❤️Cousin Pat
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Paul,
I loved this. You really captured the end of summer at the beach…and other things.
Thanks so much for sending it today. I hope that you are well, and that we can see you again soon.
Take good care, Denise
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