Pond Paradise

June 3, 2010

Beach bumming it

Slumming in the sand

Squatter of the waves

The sun pierces skin

And the red mold infests

Grit squirms between toes

Skim them clean from the dock

Scream from the nibbling fish

Watch them gulp spit

As it slowly plops from lips

Gnawing on pruned thumbs

Proving we are not so young