NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 4 (Remove filter)
Getting In
Sun-baked sand clinging lightly to feet,
at high-water line, decaying
salty aroma of drying kelp,
as vagrant flies flitter around.
oozing between toes,
damp sand under sunlight,
warm on the surface,
cold underneath.
A breeze breathes gently,
barely cooling,
as it riffles recumbent hairs
on bared flesh.
Shushing waves whisper across sand;
glints...
Thursday 4th April 2019 9:43 pm
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