lemme hold a dollah

so i had a picture/poem thing published in some magazine. we had to do it for my creative writing class and i guess some hippy liked it enough to put ink to it.
anyways, it's about this picture.

if not to forget that from which we came

this is the sound:
three miles of cool coastal sand
dispersed by frothy waves, wandering,
pushing--
pulling--
grains like a god's tug-of war.

my feet bare, washed in battle, sank in to
tracing paths--
held tight--
and pulled again, taken
away under the young spring light.

there's a seagull's careless gibber, carried
against salt-soaked wind
floating like paper airplanes
above, their sirens ringing:

like a child's ear pressed against seashells.