Cloud-vacant darkened sky,
muffled ears
under woolly coolness
of chocolate-icing water,
choppy,
unsmooth,
iced by an unprofessional
child-chef.
Stretched-out limbs
like a blown-up starfish
floating dumb and mindless
and alone.
Bobbing apples, eyes obscured
temporarily, under cold salt
swishing
swashing
slipping sliding.
Sticky candy-apple lips
pursed tight against
salty smoothness
licking
lapping
lisping loving.
Slow breaths flow freely
through nose,
sticking upright from the water like
ancient uncovered bones
from sand;
Wind whipping off years of hiding
to reveal
the unknown death.
Slowly floating, bobbing
silent, unaware
from the sand: waves washing
gently, nudging
against the starfish boy.
Leading him
away
from shore.
