Childhood Bliss

Published on 23 November 2023 at 12:37

seagulls cry as children play
they dance in the shallow waters
faces melting in the blue on a hot summer’s day
ripened bodies glisten in sunlight,
hues of gold shimmer down their naked spines

big sister, perfectly buttoned up in pink,
peers out from the shore, winds gust

she grasps her straw hat protecting her eyes

for she needs them to oversee her brothers
while they swim in oblivion, not knowing

the weight of the waves that crash down on her


how could they?
there’s a reason why few dig in the sand

searching for their reflection
who would ever wish to pull out their shadow

buried beneath the sandy surface of childhood bliss?

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