BEACHES  SOMETIMES

I stood on burning sands 
as the waves rushed 
against the
shore, and gulls cried ;
shocking me awake
from a daydream;
where I found
 the heart of a sand dollar 
had wings to fly.~

 I stood nearer  to the
ebb and flow of each tide, 
to let them wash 
over my burning feet.

 Gazing into the
the sundanced waters;
I saw colored stones,
 beckoning for me 
to lift them to my heart
for closer inspection.~

 Like a child I gathered them ,
as if  trying to 
gather a  rainbow,
 and I laughed out loud;
Startling the gulls ,
who'd been watching
 for flashes of silver 
     beneath the surf.~WRM98@

By:  Robin Minick