A Windy Day
We hold the day,My sand-whipped handIn yours,You turn and say, “Catch me, catch me if you can.”A windy walkA windy laughA windy dayA windy way Wind takes my hand, tugs your hairWave sprays the beach in the salty airThe heaving pebbled stone they rakeThey rumble with the tumble beat and break Will you take my sight?This…