Hypnotic lapping of the waves against stones
A soft breeze rolling in and over me
In the distance a gospel man strums a guitar
Many relations have gathered here
The birds walk and fly around us
Unconcerned with anyone's presence
A beautiful woman brushes a huge dog
Her children crawling and climbing like monkeys
Multicolored boats race slowly to nowhere
Under the steam of the couples within them
The sun is high and burns my skin
Except for when the mighty clouds protect me
There's garbage lying at my feet
A blemish on the comforting face of the world
Discarded by careless and unthinking animals
Unaware of the problems they leave in their wake
Take a deep breath and let the cool air move me
Back to where this all began
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