If you could talk to me,
what would you say?
in your small eyes,
you seem ready to chat.
If you’d hear, I’d tell you
about sand and shells,
mama scolding me
for swimming out past the buoy--
now she has me tethered
to shore.
Wish I could fly out
beyond beach towels
sand castles
above the breakers
with you

Photo by Margaret Bednar
Number Four for Poetry Month! For Margaret’s prompt to the Real Toads: OCRACOKE ISLAND