October 6th
Leaping driftwood
beaming,
I race to tide pools.
Crouch,
observe;
sea
anemones wave
pink tentacles.
I let them kiss
my fingertips; a scratchy suck
as I pull away.
Water dissolves footsteps
in rippled earth.
A clam spouts
an arch knee-high.
I chuckle.
All that remains is a dimple
in sand.
Leaping driftwood
beaming,
I race to tide pools.
Crouch,
observe;
sea
anemones wave
pink tentacles.
I let them kiss
my fingertips; a scratchy suck
as I pull away.
Water dissolves footsteps
in rippled earth.
A clam spouts
an arch knee-high.
I chuckle.
All that remains is a dimple
in sand.