Green umbrella by the ocean

shifted into sifting sand—

little grains of crystalled rock-dust

blowing toward the endless blue.

–

She shifts and lays aside her novel,

blue as water far away

where the wave line meets the sky wall

like eternal, bright and fey.

–

Up above, the halcyon sky shine

scatters light; a day span wide.

The domed umbrella spread its tree shade

cool enough for two, not one.

–

Shade enough, and made enough

for another beach chair by.

Now as empty as the sand grains

blowing home to sea and sky.