Two salt crusted shoes
abandoned at the shoreline.
The ocean will misconstrue
this departing gift and do everything
in its power to return them.

Yesterday they corkscrewed as one.
Two skins fused in sweaty dance
until rapture mutated to blisters
poking through the surface.

Their ex-occupant had been worn
as smooth as the stones they now adorn.
Then worn more until sand, dispersing freely
in the water. As though it was never a stone.
As though she was never a daughter.