A sibilant wind translates the dusk From blue to paling hues of cider, While a Chaplinesque moon cakewalks through clouds, Moves, in quarter time, toward self-effacement.
Wearing stage makeup, As if to highlight the antic phases of our lives, It parades, before our faces, like a third eye Attached to us by our steadfast gazes.
Through it, Jan and I see flowers Blooming in a universe illumined by sweet desire. Staring into the ocean's ancient sheet of prophecy, We watch moons proliferate,
As wave upon wave collides in endless rhyme. Together, we sleep as lovers, Transfixed by the vaudevillian innocence Of our nakedness, on this ageless beach.
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Combing Florida's Shores is a poetic memoir. Part one depicts a man, his wife, and their girl and boy reveling in the joys of vacationing in Fort Lauderdale. The second section chronicles the now-divorced man returning to his old haunts, with a new love, to find that everything, and nothing, is the same.
This gentle drama of two lifetimes, unfolding over a span of thirty years, concludes with the man combing the shores of his mortality, hoping to make peace with his unraveled past and let contentment fill his future.