sand

(6/7, 1998)

First Place 


   tidal sand...
   sound of the
   bait-digger's spade
                        Hugh Waterhouse


Second Place 


   broken hourglass
   the sands of time scatter
   with nowhere to go
                       Patricia A. Laurent


Third Place 


   Low tide at dawn --
   dark curls of seaweed
   on the gleaming sand
                         Margarita


   on the beach -
   shells filled with sand
   filled with shells
                       hilary tann


BELOW THIRD PLACE 


     seaside lovers
     sand and suntan lotion
     cling together
                     soji


         contractor
         helps his son build
         a sand castle
                        Charles Trumbull 


               the sun already high,
               she brushes sand
               from still-warm sheets
                                      jen


                  In wet sand
                  my footsteps
                  holding their shape
                                       Amanda McDevitt


                     late azaleas
                     dropping blossoms
                     into hot sand
                                    Tom Williams


   warm night sand -
   from every rocky crevice
   shining eyes
                Ferris


       shallow water
       sandstone creek bottom -
       waterlight ripples
                          Peg Lowmiller


            wrinkled trunks
            last year's sand
            in the pocket
                          paul m


                the sea tickles
                out again between toes
                sinking into sand
                                   Jon Leask


                    sturdy shoeleather
                    grinding Chicago sidewalk
                    slowly into sand
                                     Mark Lenker


                       our beach walk over -
                       sand clings to his face
                       between the whiskers
                                            Harold


  peach fuzz teasing open lips,
  bare toes tunnel in warm sand
                                -Noor


       yesterday's sandcastles
       and you
       gone forever
                    Sue


           baby sea turtles
           sand on their flippers...scamper
           to the moonlit sea
                               Betty


              night-time walk on the beach
              deck chair with silk stockings
              stars falling in the sand
                                          emile molhuysen


    five-four-three-two, now
    just the large horseshoe crab
    links cove to sand

      copyright 6/1/1998 by Wendy C. Bialek


           Smooth sand
           and biting wind -
           stings like pins.
                              Edlef

                                                       


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