Sonnet #49 by FisherKingKQJ
My love and I march Ninety Mile Beach
Our arms swing fingers twisted in fingers,
From east and west yellow sand dunes reach
Up to Cape Reinga ridge, scent of fern lingers.
Our legs are socked by crushed seashells sticky,
A Maori fellow drags tuatua in a wet sack,
On his brown chest swings a plastic tiki.
We barter cigarettes for a seashell snack.
Flock's of godwits are winter's harbingers:
He kisses and extolls my red hair quickly
We poke a bonfire as sunset gingers,
Ghoul diggers push kelp doors of Hawaiki.
My love and I walk across hard wet sand
Which won't accept a footprint, hand in hand.
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My love and I walk across hard wet sand.
My love and I pace across hard wet sand.
My love and I stroll across hard wet sand.