Jasmine Scented Bosom
My trousers rolled up to my calves,the foamy surf is surging out. Ice plants are blooming,covering the sandy beachabove the tide line.Salty water is cold,but the golden orb light warms my face,so I feel happy,for awhile. Forgetting,as my feetleaveimpressionsfilling with dappled, seeping water. Away from the shoreeucalyptus adornsthe scene, with odors, and bark like bruises on the horizon, while the sun sinks lower toward...