A white beach chair
sits
on the sand waiting
for a surprise rendezvous.
I walk barefooted
along the edge of the ocean
watching the waves
roll in,
roll out,
and listening
to the cry
of a lonely gull.
Turning my back on the waves
I return to the chair,
there
lying on the seat,
with its red petals
and green leaves
proclaiming
a secret admirer’s desire,
a rose
give my forlorn soul hope.
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