Cheryl A. Caron - Ocean

Restless, blue-green water
Curling into angry fists
Groping the rocks
Yet coming up empty.
Soft, wet sand
Tracing an outline of my footsteps
Only to be swept away
By a white foam hand
That scrapes the shore and retreats
With what ever it can carry.
Small white scavengers
Patrolling the sky
Gliding on invisible hills of salt air
Gathering below
To hunt for forgotten treasure
All is guarded by ever vigilant eyes
Of white and orange
That at alternate turns
Protect the serenity

Cheryl A. Caron

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