i saw you laying on the sand, winded. no heart marks left.

i ask if you will die in the sun so strong.

you did not answer. the tide was out.

it did not feel hot yesterday,

windy maybe and i got burned.

i watched the sea swell

and ebb.

i returned you had not moved, sand stuck, flies came.

i could no longer see through you

you beauty.

later that day an adder passed by on the path.