A crumpled towel
lies on a sandy beach
like a shroud
worn over a body
washed out to sea,
lost to fish
and eternity.
Next to it rests
a toy activator tool
for turning sand
and building castles,
like dreams
to be carried away
with tides.
Driftwood
sits there, too,
battered and broken
by its journey
along currents
to a final resting place.
Daniel Danzig - December 15, 2020 @ 2:15 pm
Thanks so much!
Mardith Louisell - November 12, 2020 @ 8:23 pm
Dan, The picture is terribly evocative. thank you. And that yellow activator makes it, in my opinion. I especially love the towel stanza and the activator stanza.