the seasalt smell umbrellas spinning a little girl stands grinning waves casting askew the troubles of everyday life drifting sailboats upon the deep horizon cutting like a (ginsu) knife starfish and sodapops form in the clouds waves inviting the girl taunting her frolicking from close eye s glare she skips over white sandy beaches as the glittery sun and vibrant winds catch flamey fire in her hair - poetry by locura with guest ansis by grind king