Beach Chair

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Somebody sat here once.
Drank a beer, maybe.
Watched the waves do
what they’ve always done.

Now it’s just a chair,
tilted, half-stuck in the sand.
The ocean moves on.
The wind keeps blowing.

No big revelations.
No meaning to dig up.
Just the tide coming in,
the tide going out.

And if nobody comes back,
the chair will stay
until the sea takes it,
or someone else sits down.

New Smyrna Beach, Florida

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Published by davestankowicz

Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Cody. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Dave is the former host of the WMPG radio show Palm Wine Radio, and currently hosts Next To Silence - an hour long show that explores different themes, genres, artists and record labels. Next to Silence can be streamed live on Peaks Island Radio at https://peaksislandradio.com on Mondays and Fridays @ 7:00 PM EDT, and Tuesdays @noon. You can also stream archived shows at his site (category: next to silence) He continues his lifelong efforts to master space and time.

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