under every pyramid
and bodies freshly tanned
finds the topic of my poem
it’s my tiny bag of sand
I can see it in my mind
like ideas newly planned
a little piece of Heaven
is my tiny bag of sand
people walk along the coastline
picking shells up in their hand
but they’ll never grasp the concept
of my tiny bag of sand
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
my tiny bag of sand
Copyright L.M. 2007. (alternate end stanza:
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
on vacation, far away
idolizing Hemingway
my tiny bag of sand )
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