Mystic Memories

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Mystic Memories

Close eyes, inhale and suddenly

forty-plus years slip

away

We two cousins,

best barefoot friends, spend

Saturdays & Sundays like they were pennies

and our pockets were full, over-

flowing with light, laughter,

sand, sea, salt spray,

sunshine and

Time

has no meaning or consequence

our days filled with monumental,

inconsequential things: 

crabs, snails, jellyfish,

counting cars in passing trains,

repetitious rise and fall of drawbridge and

tides

We stroll the shore in sun suits

scrutinizing the sand seeking unbroken shells,

souvenirs of sweet, simple, unscheduled moments

both of us oblivious to booze and bickering

safe, sheltered, tranquil, together,

harbored in mystical

magic