On a crimson October evening, dusty white and
sand shades brown with the incoming tide.
I watch my friends remove their shoes to walk in the crisp ocean. Their youthful faces smile, and their eyes
widen from the shock of the sea’s chill.
Dressed in jeans and leather loafers, I don’t want to dampen and dirty
my feet.
I’m dry and clean, I tell myself. I can watch them have fun and still feel content. In pairs and trios, my friends pitter from
the ocean to the dampening sand while I watch the waves lap and
foam—alone. My spirit drifts to their
bodies as I see their shared joy. I
remove my shoes and socks, carrying them in my small hands. The damp sand moistens and tickles my
feet. I walk closer to my companions,
wondering how close is too close.
Circle of rising heat
paints the horizon,
a powder dark sky
glowing dusty red.
Golden white light
turns a crimson sky blue.
Mother sun loves her earth.
She hugs the crisp leaves
As they change from green
To golden brown and shrivel
with the coming cold air.
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