Thoughts of Sand


The palm trees dance in the beach breeze
and I think of cramming them in my purse
but then the sand would have no shade.
I think of sipping the whole ocean
in some kind of mix and mini umbrella
but then the sand would have no drink.
The palm trees dance in the beach breeze
and as I lay down my towel,
the sand thinks of me.

By Amanda N. Butler


Amanda N. Butler is the author of the chapbook “Tableau Vivant” (dancing girl press, 2015), with a second chapbook, “effercrescent” forthcoming later this year from the same press. Her work has also been published in Haikuniverse, poems2go, ALTARWORK, and Sandhill Review. She can be found blogging at www.arsamandica.wordpress.com.

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