the seasalt smell, umbrellas spinning
a little girl stands, grinning.
waves casting askew
the troubles of everyday life
drifting sailboats upon the deep horizon
cutting like a ginsu knife.
starfish and sodapops form in the clouds
waves inviting the girl taunting her.
frolicking from close eyes glare
she skips over white sandy beaches
as the glittery sun and vibrant winds
catch flamey fire in her hair.
- poetry by locura with guest
ansis by grind king.