"Morning News" in Florida 2005

I have been plowing through all of the papers and bills and photos and artwork and journal stuff and letters—I came upon this poem, written when we were first arrived in Florida.

I like the way my mouth feels as I read it aloud.  It’s not a thing that I would share anywhere but here.  I want to remember I wrote.

"Morning News"

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Florida 2005

I love to read the news at dawn

That’s written in the sand.

A dog was here to sniff the air 

And with him was a man.

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And lots of birds have breakfast-ed

And filled themselves upon

The insides of the mussel shells 

That twinkle in the dawn.

 

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The gulls fly with their feathers spread

They overlook the sky

So that when I toss food up

They grab it, passing by.

 

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The sanderlings run in and out

Before the surf’s wet line

They move as one in families

Of Seven or eight or nine.

 

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The Royal tern has quite a beak

Of orange sweet and bright

Among the other sandprint news

His feet forge trails ‘til night.

 

I walk along the beach myself

With bare feet all the day.

I like to think I add my news

For others on their way.