Recycled Sand
Watching eyes for them to run at pre-second flash
Only to chase them down
And apologize to the beachgoer spontaneously chosen as photographer
Sand under their feet giving second by second
Waiting for the current to snatch our footsteps and turn them pure
His too big glasses match the too true smile
Smooshed between high school friends
In his talbot’s polo
Gripping the same dress he’s been gripping for years
Shying away from the caring hand
To the dress that addressed her love of flowers
The uncomfortable swimsuit from the swim that day
The chip on his tooth from years in the past
Blending us together in navy and blue
Her fear of the “too deep” zones
And the sunscreen failing to screen the sun
Thought of peace around his neck
Gave irony to the setting at set
Tasting the water as if not tasted before
Watching for the flash to carry on with,
The same old same day carving of My once carved sand.
