is a special pleasure.
Turning over a shell
with a sandalled toe,
inhaling the acrid stink
of ocean kelp.
I love how the breakers
detonate and chase my toes,
how the sandflies skip
amongst a seagull carcass.
I stoop to gather some
pebble green sea glass
buffed by the surf;
I turn it in my fingers.
It is a prize.