Lines in Sand
I drew a line with a stick in dry sand
The Wind erased it
So, another I traced in sand that was moist
The Tide effaced it
Placed stones, did I, in a row on the beach
Surging tides wiped ‘em out
To sea or buried them
And left broken dollars
Sandman, Sand Man bring me a dream
But first reveal your silicon source—desert or sea?
Could it be, betimes, accidently,
You bag sea salt erroneously?
My eyes sure burn, occasionally
It seems my dreams fail to true
I can pay in sand dollar shards