Chocolate frosting under my nails

Wet sand stuck to my toes

One feather worn behind my ear

Unruly hair tossed in the breeze

The sun and I played hooky today

Leaving November to finish our chores

I read poetry to him 

While he stretched out across the sand

Stories of benevolent gods, aging bikers,

the baths of Istanbul, and one roadkill badger

We vowed not to loose ourselves again

In the flurries of seasons

Swore on a slice of driftwood

That I held tight in my fist