heat lightning
places where the mower
cut too low

Key West sunset —
trading one shell
for another

the faded blue
of a lifeguard station —
empty shells in my pocket

a beach ball
the gentle slap
of the moon

where the boys sat
a semi-circle
of watermelon seeds

thunderhead
a snake’s path
slicing up the dune

warm rain
his childhood memories
about the beach

soft-shell crabs —
the toddler shows off
her belly button

weathered dock —
a child reaches out
to smooth a wave

wind in the tall grass . . .
an old blue car
almost in motion