Direction Beach
I am walking along a street, on soft asphalt, and
I am sticking heels into the zebra.
of the marquise on the other side firmly heated up.
the crescent shaped bun stuffed with the chocolate
is swimming in the shop, from the warmth,
one moment, and I will wet my legs at the edge,
and then, I will catch myself crests of wave
swimming of up on down, and I will feel blissful chill.
now, one bend and...welcomes me auriferous familiar
sand.your glasses, are covering with half a face.
but I can see the smile, from a distance, it is not...
a duplicate...
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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