A Day At The Beach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



The Gulf of Mexico

 

 



but not yet. This wasn't it.

I have not aged in memory, although limitations have exceeded desires.  I no longer dwell on possibilities for they are not realistic; instead, I cast a mental line far out into a pool of thought and I wait.

When you see me, this is how I’ll be found – waiting.  I can attend to your conversation, but admittedly in part only, for I must remain sharp and ready at any moment for the slightest tug from a fresh idea.

Should I reel one in of sizeable import you may take my photograph with it –

here at the end of the pier.