My Coat of Many Colors

My Coat of Many Colors

A carpet of sand melts into the sea of blue whipped cream
I inhale the golden scent of joy
Like syrup on my tongue
The seagulls’ voices are wind chimes in the warm summer air
They call out to the sea and the sky
I reach out my fingers to touch the sunset
And wrap it around my shoulders like a coat

Matthew Brailsford, age 11
Corona Del Mar, California

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