Monday, December 24, 2012

Pilgrimage

As we pulled into the carpark
to your beach
I said
"It does my heart good"
Then we walked to the water
and the sand was so baking hot
that taking off shoes would have to wait
so we stood and assessed the erosion
then made our way closer to the waves
and headed south

In your sand with my hand I drew a heart
took a photo, couldn't see the screen, so missed a part
and then we made a start
for home

I asked if he enjoyed the visit
I'm pretty sure he didn't
because he replied: "In my own inimitable way"



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