Picture frame
there hangs a picture in a house,
a half moon beach can be seen.
white sands, a far reaching blue,
and its lighter counterpart suspended directly above.
i imagine the sound of foam tonguing the shoreline,
thinning into arches, that bubble and overlap, trying to soak the dry sand
that my toes would eagerly defend...
if i stood there..
though standing in pictures is not a talent of mine, i yearn to escape to the ocean once again.
