Green Peas at Stake

Sunset Beach (Dew Drop 18)

Sunset Beach

The surf comes in like a train
with soft choo choo sounds,
swelling first, far over the ocean,
where sunset begins.
The sun burns its spinning wheel,
to sweep later the ashes
into gliding clouds as its light
pulls up anchor,
and sea foam fizzles down
to dampness on sand.
Then comes my refusal
to walk barefoot on
this beach, for
particles of far-away sands
are already glued
under my toes.