The sounds of the world
undulate like the waves of the ocean.
White birds circle above my head.
I smell the sea;
I feel it between my toes.
The sand's stuck to my feet.
A breeze carries the music
of children's laughter.
Boys, shirtless, barefoot,
preen for girls with bare bellies,
tattoos and tan lines...
Ah, to be
young again!
© 2012 Helena Malheur
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