waves crash,

as the sunset burns

the horizon.

fire dances on the clouds,

capturing our every attention.

the salty wind

licks our cheeks,

soothing our worrisome minds.

I never want to leave this place.

but when we do,

hand in hand,

it will always be our spot,

with imagined futures

and silly smiles

and kelp hearts

in the sand.

"Our Getaway"


Devin Liotta