My feet in the sand. <br /> <br />The shoreline <br />Of a beach, <br />Glass bottles, <br />And rock worn <br />Edges. <br /> <br />Contemptuous gaze <br />And an air ward sigh. <br />My thoughts consumed <br />by <br />weekend recitations. <br /> <br />Such high hopes <br />This time. <br />Years of trying <br />And finally a get away. <br /> <br />New York City <br />and love. <br /> <br />Yet <br />one is attained, <br />The other lost. <br /> <br />Coarse sand grain fists <br />Become open palms, <br />As a smooth sea shell <br />Drops from my hand. <br /> <br />Head shaking desperation. <br /> <br />How easily <br />It slips away. <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-trip/
