Morning Loss

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.

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