Ships on The Horizon

Sitting by the water shifting through the sand
with my sunburned toes
I no longer wait for ships on the horizon
when my life just goes
slowly with the tide under bluest skies.
No rush to meet mornings with my sleepy eyes
if the rooster’s call will declare sunrise
and a cup of java brewing in the kitchen
let me know its time, 
time seized in my hand
when no longer wait for ships on the horizon
with my sunburned toes
sitting by the water shifting though the sand.
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HRios

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