San Gregorio Sands - Elizabeth Fuller

[Larry Robinson]

San Gregorio Sands

the last sweet drops of the tangerine sun
trickle down, and the surf is tangerine foam
San Gregorio sands are honey and gold
and the fog is waiting till we've gone on home
 
       perfect day — there's a hawk there playing
       where the warm air climbs up the rocky cliff
       he can stay there floating forever
       like a daydream balanced on the point of "if"
 
if I had my way, that tangerine sun
would stay floating right there like the lazy hawk
and San Gregorio sands would always be warm
for an hour of love and a barefoot walk
 
the road is twisty and the summer is hot
our bags are packed and we're ready to go
there's not much time but we'll take what we've got
when San Gregorio calls we don't say no
 
       perfect day, and it's almost over
       but there's two more sips of the cherry wine
       we can stay for five more minutes
       watching gulls play hopscotch at the water line
 
the sun is down, it's past time to go
I'll be back some day but I don't know when
San Gregorio sands will be honey and gold
I'll shed my shoes and be home again
 
       - Elizabeth Fuller
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