In Memory of Julia
Like leaves of fall, shells change in shape,
managing their change of fate.
Parts and pieces, seaweed strewn,
parade of beauty, stop to swoon.
Reeds of grass, like tufts of hair,
climbing toward the well-worn stair.
Tidal swim, when moon is full,
arms outstretched to catch the pull.
From piers we leap into the chop,
and beg this summer not stop.