When the sun sets behind the dunes,
The sky slips from orange
To indigo, and we gather kindling
To light a campfire.
Beachcombers pack up
To go to dinner, but we
Huddle together to roast
Marshmallows and hot dogs.
We watch sand pipers
As they dig for clams and
A family of wild horses
Galloping in the surf.
We tell ghost stories
Until the embers burn out;
Then, we spot constellations
Under a full moon.
As the horses retreat
To the marshes for rest,
We turn in for the night,
Listening to a gull’s caw.
