#230 ~ Marina Beach

Southern Durban, on the Kwazulu Natal South Coast.

Soft sand squelching between creamed toes,

Rock, layered with harden sea salt scrapping beneath archless soles

Marina Beach, watched by lush palm trees

A family affair, a loud and raucous affair.

A few days before we set off to a place

Where the soil is red

and the waves aren’t gay,

Though they say the waters are sweet

For now it’s the salt that is dancing through the breeze

That is the place, where I write,

Durban’s Marina Beach.



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