The sea, like a shaggy dog,
flops and pounces on the sand
leaving a ragged trail.
Sweeps the shore with his tail,
tickles and licks at my toes.
Nighttime sun burnishes
across his shaggy locks,
The faithful dog stays on,
upon the bedded shore.
©11-14-89 C. Elizabeth Carl
© 5-6-10 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias
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