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