The ocean is alive in winter
without bright bathing suits.
Waves beat and yell, calling
old tennis shoes, favorite
sweatshirts, beach towels
for a windy wine picnic or
a starlit walk. The beach
is better quiet when only
one beach blanket shields
a sliver of sand and shoe
imprints are clear enough
to count how many have
seen the ocean that day.
The beach towel isn’t just
a summer day, warm water,
children running and animals
made of sand. A beach towel
is a view of ocean foam,
goosebumps, and cuddled
laughter echoing the water.
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