trudging slow past milder new york beachgoers,
you stooped in the sand to pick up a shell,
and i crouched with you.
you told me as a little girl you would fill buckets
with shells, and the next day they would “smell
halfway to kentucky”
you picked out a tiny shell for me,
and i tucked it away in my denim pocket
and today, i dont smell halfway to kentucky
but my nose is burnt pink from looking up
and smiling southward
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
trudging slow past milder new york beachgoers,
you stooped in the sand to pick up a shell,
and i crouched with you.
you told me as a little girl you would fill buckets
with shells, and the next day they would “smell
halfway to kentucky”
you picked out a tiny shell for me,
and i tucked it away in my denim pocket
and today, i dont smell halfway to kentucky
but my nose is burnt pink from looking up
and smiling southward