Sand Castles

by Rebecca J. Abramson

Fine grains of sand

cling to your fingers

as you press warmth

into little turrets

and gables

around my heart.

Gently, you mold the

lumps of fuzzy

brownness

into

sleek, smooth towers,

shiny and soft.

One careless movement

and the warmth

crumples,

caving in on its own

empty shell,

to be sucked by the

wet foam into the

bitter, frothy sea.

Photo by Stacy Holiday