By Jeffrey Fisher
Whimsical days bring a wayward tide
In and out waves go and hide
Alone with them and only intuition
Dare I begin to start wishing
Beach of sand and salt water
Seagulls fly above as if to warn you
It’s hard to get a drink in this town
All the water’s salt but don’t even frown
The fish sometimes they jump up
As if to talk to my sandy pup
He notices them but pays no mind
Just leaving his pawprints on the sands of time