And mottled, licked
Smooth as glass. Flicked and slicked
Skipping stones, tripping alone on
Takes up new house and home,
Room for one, he lives alone in
Flying free in
Sand dollars. Bony white,
And dried hot on stones and salty
Stripped and ripped bare.
Fair tides are welcoming
from beyond and afar. You are
Marilyn“Misky” Braendeholm lives in the United Kingdom. Her interests include gothic architecture, gardening, recipe testing, baking yeasted and sourdough bread, photography, and writing. She has poems and fiction published with Mouse Tales Press, Poetry Quarterly, Sprout Magazine, B-Gina Review, Pyrokinection, Jellyfish Whisper, and Napalm and Novocain.