the mix of pebbles
dirt and sand
crunches beneath my feet,
from somewhere beyond
the thin, aged pines
a gull cries
as it soars
out over the bay,
the air
of evening’s gloaming
is calm and cool
upon my skin
the scent of dewey green
consumes me
and I am transported
to the coastal summer days
of my youth;
this walk
down the lane
of memory
is perfect
