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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