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saturday will find me soon a hundred miles from work and home waiting for the harvest moon reaping what i have not sown lying on a lonely beach with a hundred hungry guests friendship now within my reach 'midst the crippled and the blest between the dune grass and the sea below the bluff, across the stones beyond the chocolate factory fare at last my weary bones there i'll dine on fish and lobster chase someone into the surf then dig up the clams and oysters baking slow beneath the turf and we'll play some silly game no one wishing to keep score and we'll raise our arms and shout then i'll eat and drink some more and i'll cover feet with sand find a funny phrase to say take a long lost friend by hand reminisce of saneless days and i'll lie beside the fire with my best friend of the day and i'll tell her that i love her then she'll laugh and turn away and we'll talk of little nothings then we'll plot to rid the land of the hugger-muggered misdeeds which destroy the sweetest plans ah, monocarpic coy september turn your flowered face to me may i brush a flower's tender blossom grown and plucked for me? sniff a sweet deceptive fragrance gaze upon a passing bloom then for sake of my remembrance close it in a dim-lit room ponder on the seven wonders of this tiny wayworn isle wonder at the starry night-sky walk a sandy ocean mile tell a friend a clever white-lie just to see her wryly smile red clay cliffs at island's head covered by a dreamy fog soon this place becomes my bed and the waves will sing a song which will sink deep in my head and cover all my angst and woe with the balm of Gileaddrop my cares in ocean's depth dare my words another day now to sleep and safe to rest dare my words another day by Ronald L Conte Jr |
© Copyright 1995 by Ronald L Conte Jr
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