Walking on the beach felt like kissing a Boy ScoutSuddenly in a fine little beard of thin grassesAnd then a moment later back in the sand
The dunes were the entire worldMaybe there was sea somewhere but alsoMaybe there wasn’t. And this blessed us because my grandmother is afraid of water and cannot go near splendor
Our footprints were only loosely translated in the sandAnd there was nothing to suggest That this land had ever known water There was only dry wind and chapped blue sky
There is a coin telescope on the boardwalkSo you can look out and Read the same sentence as many times as you want
—Auguste White is a senior in Saybrook College.