At Sunrise

Her hair falls down in curls
Tumbling loose around her shoulders
Framing a heart-shaped face
Turned up toward the rising sun
A smile crosses her thin lips
Rouge-touched and soft as rain
She waits for the morning tide
Hoping it takes her far away
Slip-shod and muddy as it is
The ocean calls her name
Her feet encased in sandals
Toes caressing leather soles
Pressed patterns in white sand
In wave-wet sand compacted
Left behind when she walks away
With a jaunty sort of stride
As happy as a cartoon sun
That hangs proudly in the sky
Calling hunts-up to the day
Hoping she can make it stay
Her head turns to light her face
Angelic in its simplicity
As she walks further down the beach
Still searching for herself.



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