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.