beset by gulls we lounge upon the sand
on Disney beach towels
Ariel and Ursula embrace me
the tide is low lower than ever I remember
yesterday's humidity is just that
the air is clear and warm
the susurrus of waves propels my reverie
but not enough to let the gulls
upend the cooler down the strand
she walks seaward stopping on occasion
collecting and examining the bits of intertidal treasure
she always finds
how lucky I am in the midst of all this impermanence
she always turns and brings her treasure home
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