On the seashore
This was an imagination piece, perhaps after being at the lake, and it took second place in a contest with Tickled by Thunder in 2006. The pictures are in the words. On the seashore the window pane frames waves washing the sand if she tilts her head just right the tattered flag at the lighthouse flutters in the next square far-away sailboats are toys in the top square but she must go out let the wind run its fingers through her hair gathering her long skirt in slender hands she runs barefoot warm sand catches each footfall her copper curls stretch and bob and the wind brushes her face with a passing kiss Second Place, Tickled by Thunder 2006 Poetry Contest, published in Vol. 16, No. 37