A different shoreline
No swaying palms, or gentle breezes
No pelicans skimming the waves
No temperate sea to engulf me
The sounds of the Caribbean
Have long since dimmed
To be replaced by
A cacophony of gulls
Wheeling overhead
The calls of the pier barker
Whipped away in the wind
The hum on the tram tracks
As another draws near
The boisterous laughter
The silliness of it all
Drew me back
And what one sea left behind
Another washes up on shore
And delivers me home
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