Roaming waters ultra deep
restless fins hunt for sexy swimmers
Jaws was here but I hope he’s gone
but his teeth live in my lost and found.
I walk the beach and they find me there
washing ashore or in the sand between toes
some large, some small I grab them all
and they keep showing up like magic.
They say they’re fossils a million years old
but all I know as long as they’re not attached
to a face with thousand all shiny and white
my legs in the water will be alright.
A fun foray I always find
with my Ziplock bag and a wet behind
from leaning to grab it before its gone
blindsided by the wave that came in fast
sunglasses wet and face of salt
but a smile from ear to ear
as I open my hand and find the big one
My latest haul for two hours at the beach walking in knee-deep water and also just on the beach. A good day indeed, and when the jar is filled, Lovie will buy a new one to start again. We are in the “sharks tooth capital” here, and it is certainly living up to its name.