Today, Jennifer’s prompt was to write about the environment. I had flashbacks of my sister and me digging for hours at the beach, hoping to reach China. I remembered how clean the beach was when we were children. Now, our beaches are ruined by litter and toxic waste.
Here is a nonet in honor of a sweet childhood memory.
Summer
As I walk on burning sand
my toes begin to tingle
eager legs push me on
until I reach the foamy shore
My toes begin to tingle
hoping for sweet relief
until I reach the foamy shore
where sand crabs hide and seaweed dances
Hoping for sweet relief
eager legs push me on
where sand crabs hide and seaweed dances
as I walk on burning sand