Ageless Delight

My toes sift through sand sparkles.
Fallen stars of treasured gems.
I hear the sea gull squawk.
The call of vendors selling
Fish, hot dogs, or ice slush.
Sandcastles tower upward, 
A moat fills with salty water.
Heads poke out from buried sand mounds. 
And the adults read under fancy umbrellas.
I carry a pail and shovel 
For abandoned shells, smooth rocks, 
And gnarled driftwood.
Ever changing, always the same
My toes sift through memories of 
Past delights.

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