pink foam
dripping with sunlight
coalesced into pebbles of glass
with minuscule swirls
that you step on
and pass.
a fan
the color of flan
crisply cut like a chip full of stripes
lying down on the ground
in the sand.
tiny cones
full of ice cream
vanilla
into strawberry
melting into peaches and cream
or cappuchino
into chocolate
into blueberry
open your mouth and eat with your eyes
the waves never stop
in our lives
gnarled, indigo twists
abruptly
cut
at the edges.
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