Barefoot Dream

Barefoot Dream © A pair of slippers dance along the surf line, dank chill seeps into supple leather Laughter and joy stream out across the endless waves, a day’s freedom from society’s strictures Stripped of sock and slip’r toes clinch and let loose the sandy floor as it shifts and moves as in a dance, vanishing under her foot Dancing on the heads of ancient warriors, lost sailors, drown’d lovers Foamy wet tickles the ankles, grains rasp and scrape a hardened heel Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny secreted bones ache with numbing cold Sodden cotton slaps the calves A drenched, forever sound as the grasp of death’s hand brings her down… down, down into the blue-black arms of the cold sea Trisha Sugarek Butterflies and Bullets