thirty five minutes

thirty five minutes

i walked this afternoon

maybe only thirty four

or even thirty three

intermittent sunshine

set the water to silver fire

while great loomings of dark

hung gloomily on the horizon

the wind whipped my upturned collar

the brass button

playing rat a tat tat on my cheekbone

for once grateful for my sturdy shape

offering an anchor against the wind force

I watched as the beach sand swept like a river

flowing dancing

obeying the winds direction

yesterday was october the 1st

yesterday would have been

our fifty second wedding anniversary

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