A poem by Sandy Lulay



Steps upon the dunes.
Dark skirts along the beach
Reaching for a wave.
Sprays of mist
Taste the stillness.
The beach listens
To the sibilant whispers
Of a long, cool breeze.
Scattered specs of coral
Slip through
Tangled hairs of grass.


Gathers in swells.
Echoes of mirth sweep starfish
Into the surf.
Shells hug the shore
Like amorous widows
In dream sleep
How the sun might trace
Their spiral lines,
Hearing their minds
Curled up inside
Waiting at


To be taken by the next tide
Coming ashore.


       Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. She is currently working on a collection of poems that express the true soul of Woodstock, America's first art colony.

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Published April 16, 2001
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