the heat of the blazing sun
the sight of seagulls taking off, so fun
the smell of salt water and sunscreen in the breeze
the taste and touch of sticky-sweet popsicles, brainfreeze
the feeling of sand in your sandals, hands in the pockets of my flannel.
i thought ”I never want to leave here.”
i wanted to stay forever at Galveston pier.
i remember running back in the rain
rough, ridged, rocks
soaking-wet socks