flowing

she was standing on the edge of the shore

collecting seashells with her feet

the boardwalk was closing

sea gulls were returning home

and the lighthouse somehow

shined upon her

catching her emeralds

glazing the rhinestones on her petticoat    

the rain put glistens on her freckles

made the sand heavier on her feet

the lights of the boardwalk turned off

a spotlight for her trail

look at the water for

the storms that have been calmed 

diamonds fall like dust

surrounding like a divine outline

the beach lights up like

iridescent algae

a weather balloon watches the tide

she washes her feet in the ocean

and disappears 

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

and disappears, and disappears
Don't we all wish that.

This is so uniquely presented. I want glistens,

Ah to wash in the ocean, the soul, a very cleansing poem, one that moved me, a lot!!