Drive

I need to take my van. Drive and get trapped in the sand. Petals by my shaking feet. A picnic basket appears for me to eat. I tried to store too much in the back. Until the seat started to crack. Until the trunk started to open on its own. I forgot to bring an ice cream cone. The tide could come in anytime. But for now, everything seems fine. I checked my phone, no one’s called. I had a beach chair and umbrella in my haul. And a beach towel as well. As the water starts to swell. Someone else called the tow truck. I tried to say I wasn’t even stuck. I tried to convince them with ease. But somewhere on the beach I dropped my keys. Somewhere around here is paradise. If I could see it, that would be nice.