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Seaside Illusions

The seaside calls out to me with 

its intoxicating salt sea spray.

But I'm miles away.

Along the shore I see 

Mirrored images in my mind. 

The gull and tern precede me. 

Mother o' pearl sea foam 

Glistens in the morning sun. 

The wave seemed to blow kisses. 

I sit upon a wall, not thinking;

Absorbed in the beauty 

Of a rose-blushed sky.

A child's innocent hello surprises.

Echoes of lapping waves

Hypnotize me as evening arrives.

But, I'm miles away.


Joyce Kasanonkwas Sundheim


Seaside Illusions
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