thinkin' 'bout you

walkin' the beach in winter,
and wishin' I was snowed-in with you;
there's no one out here crazy
like me,
everyone with somethin' else to do;
me, I just walk along,
hummin' no particular song
(though that Spektor girl is cool),
walkin' along the frozen beach,
thinkin' 'bout you,
and imaginin' all the mischief
that we could get into;

so no particular point to be made,
no great lesson to teach or learn:
just walkin' the beach in winter,
thinkin' 'bout you,
thinkin' 'bout you.

March 2, 2009, for Kimberly, just because.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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