Conversation

If you could talk to me,

what would you say?

Curiosity

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

mama

above the breakers

with you

Photo by Margaret Bednar

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