Poem Category: Beach

morning lights
the gulls focus still
on our dog’s chase

this sky-pressed sea
is a safe place for my bones
with waves to move in

In beach debris
the secret seeds
of many lands.

fizzling themselves
to the gull prints
the half-spent waves

After the swim
also rubbing sunscreen
onto her doll.

Children’s beach
their sand castles abandoned
to the midday heat.