Time stands still
- only the hands of my watch; sweep
The waves; stationary - as the beach washes up and back - slowly
Sand runs under a dog as the ball rolls away from it
seaguls hover as the sky moves behind them
The whole sea glides up to meet those who wish to swim in it!
The roar still makes waves -
but the horizon rises to meet the sun
the barbeque takes a match
and the flame takes a sausage,
Home comes closer
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