I’m drifting down…. to taste the sea…. pesky salt and sand… what is in between…. the latest oil spill …the cast off plastic and syringes…
I’m sprawling out to catch some sun…. soft clouds in warm wind.. what is in between…. seashell collectors… St.Petersburg Surfers… having lots of fun….
I’m looking out at Reflections on the water…. sand castles built by tourist sons and daughters… they’ve all come seeking the landlord of the deep..
