“Dunes”

its a slow walk down from the dunes that lead back to the pavement.

And I know the back and forth as well as anyone.

As well as she might.

There’s a light stroll across the hardened sand that changes so much

when approaching the softer kind. The changing gait,

adjustments.

Its from the one direction that everything on her races.

The light, white fabric of the sundress

fastened around her waist.

And the matching bracelet that sits thickly on top of

her wrist.

The curled, golden tops blow fiercely away from the surf.

as she slowly and carefully works her way across the uneven

surface.

There might be a smile there when she arrives. A quick word

-Alex Duridas

Tongue of the Ocean Courtesy of Om Gee © 2010