Thunderstorms at four.
Tide foam swallows her ankles.
Swisher Sweet tips glow.
Thunderstorms at four.
Tide foam swallows her ankles.
Swisher Sweet tips glow.
Wisps of childhood,
skip through palmetto bushes.
Memories flicker.
Blue springs, Spanish moss
Bald fades under Yankee caps
I’m home. It’s still home.
Sand in the floor mats.
Surfboards speared through the backseat.
Waves at dusk whisper.