spend a while

…wedgetail glides… prides of gnats cried…

wide vista of sea tide…

laid like foamy loam…

mackerels move meandering so…

mimosa mirth melts in my mirror…

regaling vales, swathing swards
revealing bales of big blue pokes

sway swiftly agrestically more…

hark back to early days...

when nights were dank

and darkness lingered…

where we waited

when what we wished

whom we wanted

to woo

were wowed…

way ahead

salty breeze salves…

shaking through spotted gums

to shores abound with wave thrums…

how succinct you may succumb

twirl through summery curls

…to spend a while at paspalum point…

finally the sea rejoins the lake at cuttagee beach ©140512