The beach at haystack rock was sprinkled
with shell, wet feathers, and broken sand dollars.
Ribbons of seaweed bulbs lay like a damp belt
of meteorites halfway up the drying shore.
No starfish today, so instead I inscribe names and hearts
in the sand with a piece of driftwood.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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