Sand Key Sentiments

Swam today indifferent with my toes sunk in the sand with the sun soak insufficient as coquina's bit my hand I'm a fish meant for the water born a land locked sailor's daughter In the sea is half my vision split between my indecision So I charge my soul-ar lighting at the place I find inviting where the fishermen are ancient and the hiding fish are patient Swim I will again indifferent bend my head down through the sea Pluck the shells I find endearing Leave a photograph of me.