Auguste White

Jockey’s Ridge State Park

Auguste White

Walking on the beach felt like kissing a Boy Scout Suddenly in a fine little beard of thin grasses And then a moment later back in the sand

The dunes were the entire world Maybe there was sea somewhere but also Maybe there wasn’t. And this blessed us because my grandmother is afraid of water and cannot go near splendor

Our footprints were only loosely translated in the sand And there was nothing to suggest That this land had ever known water There was only dry wind and chapped blue sky

There is a coin telescope on the boardwalk So you can look out and Read the same sentence as many times as you want