Where The People Sit


I have been on the side of the tide, where the people sit and the sand is soft. The warm toes have little rings and the tans are made of caramel. Paper white in the winter and lobster red all summer long, their tanned skin and white teeth blind me.

I have been on that side of the tide. Where the shallow pools are stunning. Simply staggering. Make you fall to your knees and drink.

I have found kindness there in spite of the glare.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published.