Poem: Bouquet at the Beach

Bouquet on the Beach

Alone on the beach

With my dog, our steps

Erasing the trails of legless lizards.

I search for forgotten sand toys and unretrieved balls

As if I were an explorer.

In the dog’s shadow I see a bouquet

Face down in the sand like a dead mariner who tried to crawl to land.

A bouquet truly has a front and back when discarded,

Its intention of love or plea for forgiveness,

Flattened by rejection.

The tide claps once, loudly.

The dog pulls.


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