the present moment

poetry Marie Groover poetry Marie Groover

the warm sun

something as simple as
the warm sun, touching
my cool skin.
light reflected and shadows
across my thighs.
a cup of coffee.
a little bit of milk.
the delectable sound
of the waves caressing
& kissing
the shore.
a little bit of salt in
the air, the ocean
in my breath
exhaling only to
breath it in.

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