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Bathers  by George Tooker
by George Tooker

I long to let my hair flow

free, caught by the breeze

cascading like a waterfall –

To feel the sun kiss my shoulders

while your lips kiss mine –

To dip my toes in the

consecrated water of the

constant ocean –

To kneel in reverence on

the sandy alter of its beach –

To leave this monochrome life

behind and shine like

shards of sea glass

But I am bound to my sisters

by time and tradition

I will not leave




I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

22 thoughts on “Longing

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