She loved sweet saltwater days when the sun holds nothing back
And washes the beach's visitors in its generous yellow-white light.
V-Shaped shadows glide over the bright hot sand
As brown pelicans ride a sultry, slow breeze.
White foam on blue-green water curls and churns
And deposits tasty morsels for gulls who chatter loudly
As they run on orange-stick legs while laughing children
Chase them relentlessly on low-tide sparkling sands
Skittish crabs do their sideways crawl toward shorelines
Teaming with muscles tumbling inland on endless turning tides.
The ocean swells in ancient breath and pushes
The edges of the earth back once again.
By Kem Lewis
