Heavy summer air plays tag
with thin cool ocean breezes
They chase carefree through trees tops
carrying shouts of beachgoers
who are just out of site
I inhale the scene
savoring it like the scent of a lover's hair
I taste the sea salt
spiced with the timber planks
layed before me in a twisted path
which decants me from woods to sand
while the wings of the evening
wrap around it all
turning the sky amber
and making the moment a dream
(Jigsaw Poem for Poets Who Blog)
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