Breadcrumb #603

SANDI TODD

An afternoon sun
 dancing on rainbow shells;
Toes buried in the
 caverns of warm crystals;
Water tiptoes up the sand and I anticipate
the time that the swells will dive for dry land.
Spray touches my cheek as salt encompasses my tongue.
I reach to stroke the abrasive from my skin yet savor it for a moment.
An abandoned castle, with tufts of seaweed encircling the edge, lay before me,
built by a shadow.  The base of this dedication is draped in a carpet of budding seaweed
and laced with tufts of mossy leaves. The smells of days gone by permeate the air around the memorial. Smoldering fires bring back  memories of finer days in this
same setting.  I observe time for more recollections. I search for mysteries yet to unfold 
and turn back in to perceive in awe the marmalade sun as she dips into the sea.  
I feel a surge of wonder as I wish myself to dance for the final curtain.

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