bright orange bleeds the skies
frozen sand neglects to sink
I'm sturdy, arms up high
D O D O D O the sand prints read
to my dyslexic mind
Perhaps there is an "I" ahead
where a young couple wed--
It's really just some shoe prints, trailing
down and down the beach.
How often I'm mistaken
about hieroglyphs I see.
The pink clouds glow much fainter
Shells splay like open palms
I fashion Y E S with driftwood,
cove-sheltered where it's calm.
Loneliness is scary
But solitude's a dance
I'd stay right here forever
If I had the chance.