September 20, 2022

Thank you for the twenty days you've spent heads in the sand,

Hoping I would go away, leave the granular alone.

You bury your plans deep like treasure,

Yet leave maps well-used and beaten down by the weather.

While you sleep, I creep around at three a.m.

Looking at the beach from every cardinal point,

Seeing the deceit to cover the tracks.

An ostrich and a flamingo both put their necks out,

One flightless and awkward, the other air-born hued.

Go ahead, fall down, try to go unobserved,

The behaviors do not go unnoticed, even if still unlearned.