My view has been deliberately chosen,
a cozy spot halfway along the beach.
I have an image in my mind.
It’s now up to beauty to render it.
Each vision must have been born of woman,
sired by man, eighteen or more years added
plus a pleasing shape and lovely smile.
They must step out of the water at slow speed,
one after the other, an alia prima of loveliness,
lithesome and graceful.
And let each and every one of them
leave their footprints in the sand,
a fleeting record of consummate ease.
About the Author: John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, South Carolina Review, Gargoyle and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Cape Rock and Spoon River Poetry Review.