I saw a captioned photo
of a beach somewhere in Italy
that’s off-limits to men,
where women can swim & sunbathe
free from cat-calls & ogling.
That night I dreamt about
an endangered sea turtle
fresh from burying her eggs
who rose up from the sand
in the shape of a woman
& I thought, So that’s what they do
when we’re not around.
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Nice space between photo and caption.
So that’s what they do
when we’re not around.
Yes, it is.
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I read about that beach too and I love the way you think about it in this poem.
so sacred the way you write about this…thanks for the lovely images.
That’s what she does….there’s no telling what we all get up to.
Wonderful!
This poem just feels right, the way the words just flow into your last thought.
Beautiful take on that beach story!
Good title for a thoughtful piece.
That’s hilarious & lovely………
I love the connection between dream and reality, sea turtle and woman ~ and your take on all of it. Lovely.
Oops. That last comment was from me.
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Hi, all – thanks for the comments. I really appreciate it.