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Lido Beach

By Duke Nauton

A woman with blue in her eyes, She talked to the seagulls as she
like the sea, walked to the wet,
that could change, blue to green, back to blue, and was one with each sandpiper
like the sea, and seashell she met.
left camp in the morning and moved Every clam, every crab, every
through the trees smooth polished stone
with the dew in the grass and the was as fully a part of her life
soft morning breeze. as its own.
They shared their existence as
part of the earth,
At the edge of the forest the grass natural extensions of each other’s worth.
changed to sand,
the dew turned to mist, As the sea bathed her ankles
and the sea washed the land. it sang to her soul,
The hot morning sun burned a hole soft whispers and songs of
through the haze. tranquility sold.
She slipped off her shoes and
met the sea with her gaze. She, the seagulls, the shells, and the sea,
all one with the sun, with the sand,
and with me.
But not just a gaze, an acknowledgement…
more,
Recognition, inside, she had been here before.

San Diego Woman

Roses from the

Past 31

By Duke Nauton

He brought her roses-
and she loved them.
Long-stemmed roses from the past.

For an instant,
she went back in time.
To a world that didn’t last.

In a way, it made her angry
thinking how it might have been
If instead of broken promises
he had brought her roses then.

But her head soon caught her rushing heart-
their love ended long ago.
Now the roses were just flowers
that would wilt and die, and so.

She arranged them in a vase and
gave them water so they’d last. Duke Nauton, traveled thanks to the Air Force,
And told her beating heart to slow. and always found time to read and write poetry.
they’re just roses, from the past One of his greatest loves.