Redington Beach
& I sit, sippingice water &her lips, quelling thirst for fiery sun falling in eyes, deepas an oceanside sunset. a saxophonist, lulling soulsinto the place onlyflying gulls& free balloons float, plays notesthat tango like candlelightdancing withtwilight; it was twilight, decade prior,she came to leave me, &thru the nightstayed in a wool blanket lightlysipping tea, while I ...
