September 20, 2012

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The streets at the beach
are crowded with weekend
togs and alerted elbows.
Darting glances and furtive
assessments, showy banter,
divert prickly interest
and the sun’s impassive gong.

Away from home
the paroled soul takes in 
the sensuous vista
a drink, a wave, 
the pleasure of having a body.
The tang and tease of a song 
snatched in passing
self-seeds and grows.