Once Upon a Time Poems

On the Beach

Here, on the coast, the jagged beach
shows off its rapture for high style
and tremendous class;
as waves recede to unload their foam,
sandpipers flit on the wet sand,
and the ocean’s brackish scent
drifts with the breeze,
meriting praise for variety.

While I wait for tide’s return,
eternity blooms in impassioned scarlet,
for the sun readies to abandon the sky
and the muse rises from the waves,
his words spilling from my cleansed nerves
through the devotion of rosy dreams.

When the time comes to depart,
I’ll find myself grateful
for one more breath of this salty aroma,
before the arrival of guilt
for hanging around too long.