Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Playtime

The last sinewy fingers of sunset
stretch over the hilltops,
begging me,
pleading,
“I’ll stay two more minutes if you stay too”
And so we stay,
and as I begin to leave
suns golden fingers plead
just two more minutes—
stay and twirl your skirt
in the white foam of the breakers!
Two more minutes I stay,
each time I turn to go,
one last sunny ray reaches,
stretching for me to stay and play.
As the path I’m walking
lights with the brightness of sunset,
I turn to say goodbye,
and watch the last finger of dark
slip over the sand

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