
Seaside house
Tiled floor,
Like white lifeguard chairs
Speckled in sand.
Walls
Painted in one thousand shades
Of turquoise
As if ocean waves
Splashed upon them
Magnetically.
Scent of lathered sunscreen
Sits in the corners
And cracks
All summer long,
June to August.
The cooler air
We all forget about
Pushes us away,
Making us run, jolt
Like children toward
Seagull flocks.
We pack up the house,
Salted goodbyes.
Folding the residence into a suitcase
Like a dollhouse.
Summer memories contained,
Shut tight and locked,
Reopened
Next year.
Nice. I love the line—folding the residence in to a suitcase like a dollhouse. Thank you.
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Thank you so much! I love writing poems that take place by the sea.
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