Walking on the beach felt like kissing a Boy Scout
Suddenly in a fine little beard of thin grasses
And then a moment later back in the sand
The dunes were the entire world
Maybe there was sea somewhere but also
Maybe 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 sand
And 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 boardwalk
So you can look out and
Read the same sentence as many times as you want
—Auguste White is a senior in Saybrook College.