GOLDEN

On the beach of my life I

am young again, standing in the surf,

resisting the authority of waves

moving with the earth upon me.

I am golden without shine, standing under

tangerine skies, fearing nothing,

commanding the day from my shoreline

footstool.

I am the history of myself. A legend to

no one.  A crusader of the ocean.

I continue into night holding my position,

absorbing the aroma, feeling the salt on my skin,

listening to the waves in a kingdom

that forever remains constant.

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