Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Christmas Shopping

At the beach
in December,
we walk
and play
and throw the ball
to our dog.
It is seventy degrees
and everyone else is Christmas
shopping.
But I can think
of nothing I want from a store
that could ever take the place of the sand on my feet,
the sun in my hair,
or the sound of the waves,
as they roll in to greet me.