A Morning at Fred Howard Park

Fred Howard Park – Tarpon Springs, Florida

Let me sit here for awhile I thought
contemplating the morning sea
the cloudless sky, the sandy shore
all lovely, bathed in light.

I really did see it for a moment;
now, eyes shaded, I am pretending
daydreaming of Summers when young;
memories filled with the sensuality of the shore

for she had walked by, a body electric
tall, a perfectly turned ankle
worthy in itself of worship
limbs formed by the Gods
a sculptor’s deft touch to hip and breast.

I watch the waves rise
as if lifted by her fingertips
desire structuring the water
a world created in an instant

and in a moment collapsing
annulling a world
created and destroyed
without end.

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