

Foam glistens
Iridescent,
Blown on the wind
Of salt spray
Shards of light
Play on the crests of the waves
Like moths to light
Dogs run
In and out
In free abandon
Chasing the tide
Catching the best of the day.
Running in the slow lane


Foam glistens
Iridescent,
Blown on the wind
Of salt spray
Shards of light
Play on the crests of the waves
Like moths to light
Dogs run
In and out
In free abandon
Chasing the tide
Catching the best of the day.