Beach Kid

For Lynn

By Mary McGinnis

Born to bop along the shore, hiding

Easter eggs from your brother.

Along blazing sand your feet flew to

carry buckets of mischief.

Hands up toward

kaleidoscope of sky,

intermingled colors

dancing down to you.

Banana and blue.

Banana and blue.

Everyday,

an array of waves

couldn’t catch you.

How fast you ran -

kinda tired you’d slow down

into a 

daydream round and soft with light.