espuma

out on the horizon, sun itches to dissolve. cool sand, year nearly over, i walk. it’s neither high nor low tide. i scoop a handful of shells, sift thru it all. voices, it’s been so long she’s talked with me. i observe a little girl, her dad pulls a terrier, sandcastles left alone. i push on plus nod to him or her. as they pass i think “in my brain”, fuck the sun sparkles!

a lone fisherman piddles in the swells. i sneak a little closer, shutter snaps. not only is the camera ecstatic so am i! the sun in her cloak waves goodbye. for the next 5 min i run into then away…. espuma tells a tale, like the sea.

 

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