Inspired by morning walks along New Smyrna Beach, Florida.
The Daily Do
A carpet of seaweed camped out
on the beach every night,
and it clung to itself in little clumps
in its attempt to curb the chill of the wind.
So that when she walked among it in the morning,
it had formed fantastic patterns on the land
with shaved strips of sand snaking in between,
as if the moon were some drunken barber
who conducted curlicues
until he fell fast asleep upon his face
in the unfinished space left by the sea.