The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Home Beach

Cool breeze
blowing effortlessly
'cross crashing crystal...
waves bubbling o'er
smooth planes of sand

Tender moment together
Thoughts, memories, to be...
In awe of God
his grace outpoured before us

wavering, weaving, washing
dark mystery
speaks to my soul:

Low flying plane
shiny tight skin
Stinging salt air
Sand between my toes
Old beach houses
High tourist haven
Neon lights
the strip.

Gulls crow above
Clouds drift away
Sun shining out
The water washes all
the people away.

Glamour, glitz, excitement
Fast cars, hot chicks
sex
oceans of bodies
rich seafood
Life of a dream
Their neon bikinis hang low.
Castles piled high
Smoothed with the hand
every crevice arressed to
perfection falls beneath a
wave, 'nother 'nother
'nother wave washes away
a dream.

Sunsetting wraps
around the edge
pastel, gentle like
the waves
tender moment etched
in the sand.
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