Past the Boardwalk of Wanderlust Children

The lady at work spilled coffee on me

And a customer claimed I hadn’t gotten his order right

My kids hate crust on their bread and refuse to wear the color green

A day on the beach is what I need

 

Past the boardwalk of wanderlust children

Through the passage of grain like particles

The trail had quite the scenery

There were readers, players, and girls who craved the sun

 

There’s a point on the beach where the sand no longer feels dreadful

My feet feel a sense of relief and a chill travels throughout my body

I have finally reached the ocean waves

I walk, I run, I sprint until the water is too strong to fight against

 

I taste the salt water and laugh

I feel the sea shells and stones and I know that if I walked just a little bit further it’d be smooth

I wait for a large wave to come and when it does I dive

The waves are unpredictable, but that’s the best part

 

A lady had spilled coffee on me

A customer had been frustrating

And my kids are my kids

But the beach made me forget it all, it made everything awesome 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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