Sand Dollars and Sun


Sand Dollars and Sun

Sitting on a sandbar in South Carolina.

we swam today in the surf off of Sullivan Island.

we stepped on sand dollars and dived underwater.

we, that is, Sophie and I, frolicked like dolphins

in the waves.

the water was warm and the jelly fish stung but

we kept on swimming.

we were porpoises without purpose, without care.

the waves pushed towards the shore but we didn’t

care about any sharks.

we were fearless dolphins. we were laughing

like clown fish in a wet casino, our pockets full

of sand dollars and


betting on a summer jackpot.

surreal poetry
Andrew Arnett
Andrew Arnett
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Andrew Arnett

Freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY.

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