Do you think about what a small boy does, when
He throws a mussel into the surf?
The shell ruptures into smithereens,
The shocking orange entrails exposed,

The cold salty water flushes the hole.
Slowly everything inside disintegrates.
It melts into the galaxy of foam.

The boy will someday wade in. Swim in. Throw his empty bottles in.

Maybe as a father, it’s in this same foam his children will learn to float.

And someday the boy will die. And a sunflower will grow on his grave, in full blossom. The seeds will be thrown into the sea by another little boy. And he will find himself at the scene of his first ******.