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AN OCEAN VIEW


as i parallel parked into a just big enough space,
a song played on an am radio station.
the beach boys. california girls.
you've heard it before:

"....the west coast has the sunshine, and the girls
all get so tanned i dig a french bikini on a
hawaii island, dolls by a palm tree in the sand
i been all around this great big world,
and i seen all kinds of girls but i couldn't wait
to get back in the states, back to the cutest girls
in the world i wish they all could be california...."

after strolling along the seashore for awhile
i found a spot and settled onto the blond
colored sand. to my left and in the distance was
the santa monica pier with a ferris wheel turning,
the roller coaster hurling, and even
a carousel spinning. the sun hung at mid afternoon,
waves ebbed then flowed, and birds dived into
and flew over a bluish tinted sea on a beautiful day.
enjoying the ocean view i causally noticed
a woman and man walking rightward. a few
degrees of being directly in front of me and
much less than half a league away,
the woman stopped and with her back facing me,
bent over from the waist and moved her fingers
through the sand as if she was looking for a shell
or perhaps a pebble

immediately my complete attention was focused.
her bikini bottom was net like and white.
hiding and exposing just enough to entice
the beholder's eye. smooth legs and a pleasingly
plump youngish body appeared soft to the touch
for roaming hands and rushing fingers.
medium length brunette hair was combed back
into a single ponytail. as she stood erect and
turned towards the man, the view of a bikini top
holding breasts that surely were natural was
very pleasant to my sight. for a brief moment
she glanced at me from her eyes' corners and then
her companion and she continued on up the beach

that evening and during the drive home,
i clicked on the radio. to my suprise the beach boys
were singing again . it was that song.
you know the lyrics

and yes, i wish you all could see california girls.