the September shore

gave me more than a sandbox to play in

                    or an ocean to keep afloat in

                    or huge waves to channel my of fears onto

          it gave me moments of such perfect clarity

     and moments of such sublime surrender

                  I gyrated internally between each wave

       the September shore gave me the chance

to drift

         on the tidal draw

while inhaling the salty, brisk, clear air

     it became full of motion

                   while refreshing all my dreams

              each emotional aftermath

        became soothe and moist 

               and perfectly perceptible

                   the shore that always reinforced life and death

                its stench imperceptible

    through the final aroma

          of late summer flowers

        its driftwood remained

                       in a magnificent chain

 a spectacular sculpture

  drying under the sun

over-shadowing all that other objet d'art

      gracing the September shore