Umbrella Candy on the Beach

2 07 2010

Lemon colored

Skittle patterned,

nylon niceties

pop up and open

out of the melting sand.


lie the lazys…

lest they receive an

unwanted cherry skin burn.

With their

candy apple smiles


shimmering chocolate tans,

perhaps they feel safe from

sun spots

as they sip their pina coladas.

I’d rather lie on my torn towel.


Able Appendages of Our Turtle Selves

2 07 2010

Resting on bobbing

sun bleached driftwood,

we follow currents.

Slicing the silence

with a finger,

you identify


to a brightly lit shore.

But to review yesterday’s path

and retrace your night walk

with fragile steps

provides no solace,

no answers.

Screeching sea gulls

beckon you to retreat

closer to the periwinkle dance

beneath the sand

till you return to your wake

in the waves without driftwood.