A Poem from two views.

Wingaersheek- 9/13/07


Almost autumn
The sand is cool, the air is crisp.
I walk along the beach alone–almost alone.
Peeking out of a backpack
a baggie! a snack!
Woman, do not chase me, I claim this snack as mine!
I try to fly, I try to run
In the end, the prize is lost.


Almost autumn
We frolic in the icy waves
Wet clothes and cool breezes do not mix.
Dry diaper on–wet diaper tossed in a bag.
Carry in, Carry Out!
Seagull, That is not a snack!
We chase him down, we scare him off
One dropped bag, one diaper won.

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