There’s an old song “Drifting and Dreaming.” This was about drifting sand and dreaming.


white driftsRelentless seabreeze
Roiled clouds above
Blew fine sandgrains
Into tiny missiles
That drifted, huddled
Together, against fences
Stung exposed skin
In mini-sandstorms

Dried sand grains
Squeaked, as
Beachgoing human
Footsteps slipped, and
Salt-water grasses,
Sea Oats, firmly
Held their piece
Of the planet

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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