Tugboat Park

Fingers numb at the tip of this island Toes as crushed ice upon the only sandy beach The sun falls quickly from the embrace of the days blue blanket Landing heavy upon once rain filled clouds burning their edges and sunburning their depths Charing the landscape jagged pastel hues Quiet rising tide inches towards settled ground Shushing all sand fleas and latent seaweed a comforting hiss Salty fingers will wrap each piece of driftwood, hiding crab, bits of plastic A wet clutch meant to weep the sand clean When sun lets go of expectation to heat and heal heavy clouds of support release all colors into the sea Dyed soft green waves rocks driftwood Dyed dark translucent turquoise canopy Quickly sweet slumber captured