Bed Of Thrift Pink Flowers

Water

reflects

who I 

really

am.

Sand locking

unto my

leg as I 

take the 

walk

that has

bountiful 

strings 

that pull

at my heart. 

Forgetting 

what the

world calls

me.

Reminded

I am an orange

stripe of shade,

I am grit.

The salt and

strength floating

on a bed of thrift 

pink flowers.