Beachcomber - Marcel Visser
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Beachcomber
He lives in a
shed made of driftwood
Hidden in the dunes he lives by the breeze
He’s washed ashore, he has free energy
He’s not listed anywhere, and lives tax free
At low tide he strolls along the beach
His face is weathered by the briny sea breeze
The moon is his spotlight, the sky his second skin
During the summer, I’m staying with him
The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second
skin
During this summer I’m
staying
with him
His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north
My parents are not pleased, he’s at
least
twenty years my senior
When the tide is in, we take a dip in the surf
We stroll along the beach, and live tax free
I met him in town at a family party
He just sat there
alone between my relatives
Invited by none, a mystery guest
He pulled in, and had me on the hook
The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second
skin
During this summer I’m
staying
with him
His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north
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