Vacation on the Beach

I was walking the beach
In a storm
Have you ever done that
Seen the ocean in a storm

And in the lee of the pier
There was a piper
playing a bagpipe
And I started to walk past
but somehow couldn’t
Instead I dug a shell fragment
out of my pocket
That was the end of a conch shell
That was part white and part dark brown
in a perfect spiral

I lay it at his feet
Met his eyes for the longest time
and they were strangely sad
And dark
as was the music he played
We did not speak
For speaking words
would have been a violation

I left him in a rainstorm
the ocean was his drummer

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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