Cold damp sand between my toes
skirt poufs, billows in the wind
eyes squished shut for dreams
open quickly at the whoosh.
Shooting star flashes bling
streaks across my universe
fingers cross to catch magic
I wish upon the star.
Like tinsel, moon beams shimmer
beget a glistened path
smiling slyly, I double-dip
to wish across the waves.
lillian the home poet 
you have some really nice sounds and images here
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Thanks much! We will be back in Provincetown in September — camera ready, poetry notebook with blank pages ready to fill with ideas.
lillian
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