The seagulls leave koru patterns
across endless sky.
Kia ora, horizon,
with your upside-down 
smile.
Won't you follow me down
the old planks?
They complain 
of flip flops that slap
on their smooth sanded surface.
Salt on your eyelashes,
a summery blink,
a green sun burnt into
your eyelids.
Sand in your icecream
and under your nails,
a warm sandy hug
from the warm sandy dunes.
And raggedy summer storms
that pulse with the tide,
driftwood flung
and seaweed wounds.
Foaming anger
and lost starfish.
Shells everywhere,
in your mind,
in your blood,
this beach holds your spirit.
Azure tears in the evenings,
hidden 
amongst the soft grasses.
You can wash 
your heart
in the ocean
here.