racing up the coast
laughing
spirits come out and teeth are smiling at the day
he swims in the ocean
dunes rise up and roll around our souls
tossed around the surf, the whole big liquid bowl in God's dishwasher
the sand in hair and kites on the eyes above windblown hair
on lines, tethers to the heart and tugging our very own strings
twirling things on the salty sky
squinting to the sun squinting back at us
pats our shoulders
always the coast in our minds, even in sleep
out windows of life
window sills of eternal happiness
painted love white
there with the potted plants and little shovels
time eternal
gazing through morning mist and howling night
forever racing out over the coast
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