Sand struck

Last night’s silver ladder
has turned to golden stairs
tide crosses the board-walk
we queue for sunset;
women hover like hummingbirds
skin sweet ,eyes sucking
beach boy’s barter
jet ski rides for kisses.

Each grain of sand
perfectly formed
like a mini universe
turned by the tide
stuck to my foot
carried home
to the cruel north
to burn me.

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