Air flavored like Fralinger’s
Saltwater Taffy
my grandparents sent
from up north: vanilla,
teaberry, lime, molasses;—
the sky pulls its pastels
past a canvas wrapped in wax
paper cirrus white. Below,,
bodies in the sand, tropical drink
melting in your hand,
feet paint footprints ephemeral
in sugarsand, stippled
by Barred Yellow butterfly wings—
O! I mean butterfly-winged-
clams,, coquinas: eggshell, harlequin,
sarcoline striped red . . .
sandbars surface as tide recedes; unsteady
sandcastles embellished with seashells
melt;—clouds stretch thin as sky pales
& umbrellas quiver in glycerin wind.
Photo by David Clode on Unsplash
