Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Where Are My Flip Flops

sunlit magic
gritty hot sand
flip flops, umbrellas, 
The smell of suntan lotions
Ph30, Ph15, Ph-something else.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Burning of the feet
Where are my flip flops?
Who wore them?
Where did they go?

Where is my hat?
I am going to get burned.
You tan, but I will crisp up like a marshmellow
That has fallen into the embers.

Same as last year
And the year before
The day the beach opens
Same routine
Same sun
Same burned feet
Different group of friends though

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Bette Bavington March 17, 2019 at 9:45 AM A day at the beach how fantastic. I love the beach too. Did you find your flip flops? Did you get burnt? I hope not. Really a good one. Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2019 at 12:06 PM We came home once without flip flops for a four year old after the six year old buried them and we never found them.

Jan Allison March 17, 2019 at 9:17 AM lol your witty imagery really made me smile Caren I'm not a beach baby but live 5 mins walk from a glorious golden beach:-)hugs Jan xx Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2019 at 12:06 PM Five miles. Oh, wow, I would be there daily, letting the waves invite me in.