|In The Sand
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.