epic story of alone

alki beach, stones

and sandy toes,

twist bird in the wind.

there is no one to call when the gas tank is dry.

there is no one to call when the tide moves in
and little gulls thieve from us because

nothing is free

inside a driftwood cage

and the bonfire threatens to burn down the sea.
there is no one to call when there is no water.
standing on the shore and there is no water
and the sandpipers scatter. and

orthotic shoes sit by the towel and

pictures capture the shadows and

nothing is free