Taffy air carries scent of salt tinged with sulfur as
Running feet add footprint impressions to shell-laced shore.
Swooping gulls rend humid gusts into shards of wind
That tear at timid kites, whose string burns through little fingers.
Sandy cherries loll near towel-wrapped bodies
While stronger siblings dive into cool blue waves.
Hermit crabs scuttle for shelter as red buckets approach
In tidal waters that creep in and out over fecund reeds.
A baby sleeps on dad’s sunburned chest as women chatter,
Their hat brims communing as they bury their feet.
Surf relentlessly approaches moats and castles, forever
Teaching that the act of building precedes the art of letting go.