October 19, 2015
Too many pebbles on a beach to count
Two flying seagulls soar above waves
I smell the salt on sun-warmed skin
and hear feet crunching stones
Echo in caves.
Beach life. Life on the beach.
Fruit knife, slices a peach.
Laze away. A way to laze.
Turns to a haze.
Hot sand burns the soles of my feet
Sea-shells cut into my skin
The salt of the sea in the cut
Makes me flinch
String of beads on my necklace shrinks.