I don't think I've ever seen monks on a beach before. But why not? My thought processes, on spotting a pair today, were as follows: 'that's odd, the woman is wearing a long skirt and so is her partner; oh, they are both men; ah, they are monks.' It was like when Jesus sent out the disciples two by two - soon another couple of pairs came along. When they found themselves on the wrong side of a stream in the middle of the sand, it was a definite photo opportunity:
ee cummings describes four friends going to the beach and discovering a lot more than just the things they find on the sand: it's always haunted and fascinated me in equal measure:
maggie and molly and milly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
for whatever we lose(like a you and a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
So true, even without punctuation. Seagulls and monks in pairs, walking and talking and jumping.
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