Beach Combing
Running away to forever
The blue arc of the sea
Heaves with premonition
And possibilities
Discharging energies and
Secret things with blasé
Routine, twisted strands
Polished smooth, gnarled and
Grooved, smitten by a
Salty bite
Treasure seekers moving,
Futures found, worn and,
Weathered, half buried,
Scooped up, borne away
To somewhere else
