Sand in my Bailey Bag
Squinting—the best kind of squinting
Against sun and sand and salt
March’s cold wind turns to Malaki zephyr
Ice—shaved lilikoi and pineapple
No Daylight Savings leaping ahead
Daylight Spending, extravagant lounging
Tropical birds call, brazen and wanton
While hot pink poodles shy from short waves
Ocean crashes rhythmic, almost steady
Just unpredictable enough to lose track…
