Memories Of Virginia Beach

Written by: Ingrid Laymann

Unpacking the sweater I was wearing
on the beach, under that veiled sky
bathing me in the late summer’s heat, 

I can hear the surf, the daring waves
surging up like greenish snakes and
approaching sideways, hear the white 

noise hissing at the tops, I can see 
them washed ashore rolling toward me,  
watering the hot sands of my memory.