Sun beams broadly,
watches innocence frolic
on Cape Cod shores.
through shallow waves.
tickles skipping, kicking feet.
Laughter punctuates the scene.
If I could, I would capture this joy.
Carry it in a bottle with perforated lid
and sprinkle it on the world at will.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Lisa tells us it’s time to play at dVerse!
Photo at Provincetown; our grandchildren many years ago.