GIRL ON THE BEACH



Her watch, the girl kept checking,
Holding it high in her hand.
Nearby, pipers were pecking,
For sand fleas in the beach sand.

She’d put the watch in her shoe,
Where she thought no one would see.
She’d take a dip and when through,
Wonder what time it could be.

Repeatedly, she did it,
Not wanting to miss her ride.
Over again, she hid it,
In a blue shoe by her side.

Then, returning to her towel,
She reached for the watch again.
The empty shoe got a scowl,
As she shook it, but in vain.

A seagull caught her quick glance -
She couldn’t believe her eyes.
She chased it, but not a chance,
And marveled at how time flies.


© Richard McCusker



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