drifting past an endless ocean breeze, you shiver.
and through the shivering you see a calm upon the waves.
now laughing at their caps all sideways.
oh my little one.
oh my joy.
to be speaking to a myriad landscape facing tides of sand blown by the wind.

and now upon a sidewalk,
strolling past the shops all boarded up.
gates to nothing at all.
short orders.
your number is called.