Calm waves
rolling in and out
in rhythmic heartbeats
A lone dragonfly
hovers over
in tango steps
I am
floating on
the healing ocean
stretch my back
looking at
the silkworm woven sky
My skin
turns into a prune
resign from the soak
Up I go
to chase the noon sun
on wet sand
Soak

Sounds like heaven to me. I can’t wait until beach weather is back. Your poem has scratched that itch for me.
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We are in early autumn now. But last weekend was still hot like 35°C (95f). It might well be my last swim for a while.
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You are on poetic fire Cassa 🔥🔥🔥
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Haha I have been writing finally. 😸
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I’m loving it 😍
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Brilliant Cassa Bassa!
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Thanks 😊
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Pleasure 😊
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Dreamy quality in these lines. 🩵
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Great poem, Cassa! I should go down to the beach today… it’s such a lovely autumn day here!
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Love the poem, Cassa. I stay in until I look like a prune too! 💗
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Something I definitely want to do!
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Nice. A poet’s poem!
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Shanks! 😊
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