Slice of Life #8

Sitting on Stinson Beach,
Watching seagulls abscond with unguarded picnics,
I am still.
My daughter and I share ear buds,
Listening to The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night.
Salted gusts, cool, beg us to burrow into the sunned sand.
Coppertone-perfumed blankets,warm,keep us safe.
Without warning or hesitation, she joins her brother for some soft serve.
I stay behind, narrative paused, guarding the evaporating moment.

2 responses to “Slice of Life #8

  1. I’ve really been enjoying your poems. This one gives me serious summer envy. Also, you used one of my favorite words: abscond. Thank you for sharing this moment.

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