Sister Sea

Lodged in limestone, coral white ridges of shells lay bleached out bright Starfish vermilion limp with life thrown to the sea by my hand's hindsight Seaweed adornment for the frothy shore Slick to my foot print's salty core You, starfish limp, with a book in one hand sunflower seeds scattered, shells in the sand Clouds so low they touch the gulf If I stood on my tip toes I could reach them myself The moon pulls the tide to avoid a flood Salt water runs through my veins for blood There’s nowhere else I would rather be than with you at the beach, my sister sea.