A POPSICLE IN THE SUN

This is me, youthful,
vibrant, light of foot,
enamored of myself,
doing pirouettes
in the sand,

as if to clamor
the fountain at hand,
myself rendered
forever young -

to live an illusion,
to pursue a fallacy,
basking in a moment
assigned eternal,
oh yes,

but for the sand.,
rearranged, and that ball
overhead, showing me
for all that I am

-me!-

a tracker at low tide,
a shadopw on the wall,
a popsicle in the
hot summer
sun!