behind her tear-soaked eyes,
a fresh memory as she slipped off to sleep:
with pink hues in the clouds,
she stood before the mouth of the night
there wasn't much time
before the swallowing of the light
so she ran to the waves
dragging her buddy, tracks in the sand
a chill and a splash as
the ocean leapt up and emptied her hand
he was ratty and ragged, but
stitched to her heart and stolen beyond reach
a lesson in letting go
on her first day at the beach
Gant Haverstick 2019