Rare Moments

by Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer



We are watching them make their way towards the up-turned life guard stand waiting from the bench with a Rent-a-John behind us a door swings and we know just were we are - laughter from the beach echoes familiar tones emptying itself in our laps Comfortable chatter rests on the surreality of a sliced orange moon resting against our horizon rising in the summer's breeze, bridging us to the open skies from our nave No longer strangers, patience for their dance on the open beach the hint of flesh behind the white linen of his shirt arrests now from the corner of my eye widening at each button A stolen kiss, a rare moment and he motions me to clear my vision, time-keeper, the hour-glass of the ascending moon becomes this mirror

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