The sand that gets stuck to the bottom of my feet. The waves that strike my body, and pull me back to the shoreline. The castles we built, wishing we could live in them as we build a mote. And when sand gets in our hot dogs, we still eat, for the beach makes me think I’m free like the wind. As we laugh at the seaweed that tickles our feet. And the loving sound of the waves in the conch shell, as we watch the crabs scoot along the beach. The lemonade we drink makes us feel young again, like we would never grow up. We are happy when we get drenched in saltwater, when we find sandollars, when we see the surfers, and when we go to the beach.
Inside a School Bus
There are unicorns on the bus poking and stabbing themselves with their horns. And one just got impaled. The bus leaves a trail of glitter. The unicorns keep farting rainbows like never before. What a manner for such majestic creatures.