Drift Away

Time has a way of being

asleep on a towel,

at the beach,

a novel in hand,

but you drift off,

The wave's rushing in,

you feel it again,

It's time to awake  and arise

It's then that you realize

your still on a towel at the beach

and have just drifted away

D. Carlson

 

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