Such a beach
\nwith its howling.
\nNo rest.
\nLike young men slogging
\nin the sand.
\nDamsel girls
\nsplashing like white roses
\nin the surf.
\nMy favorite beach
\nwith the contours of a woman.
\nAll about song and sex.
\nThe arguments of people blow away.
\nNot a sound of them
\nwhere the water bathes my feet.
\nIt is my secret.
\nMy childhood is here.<\/p>\n
The arrhythmia of my soul
\nis quieted.
\nMy belief sprouts wings.
\nEverything is life.
\nThe discovery of my relativity.
\nLife is or is not,
\nof its own choosing.
\nNothing in me is dying.
\nThe woman I love
\nis with me.
\nMy children are living
\ntheir adventure.
\nMy grandchildren have the eyes
\nof wizards,
\nand perform magic every day.
\nI am sunning on the beach.
\nA shore bird.
\nI am happy,
\nwhether I want to be or not.
\nSuch is life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Such a beach with its howling. No rest. Like young men slogging in the sand. Damsel girls splashing like white roses in the surf. My…<\/p>\n