The beach taught us
multiple scenes and turn-arounds,
take-aways and dialogue.
The sand invited us to
pocket beach glass and let
poetry find us.
The water floated us
into story-lined epiphanies --
buoys anchored by words.
Nancy, thanks for being jealous and doing something about it. There's a wide black mark on my Storyline….a before and after. None of us will every be the same.
