we attended the seasons

                       
                           she had a tentative home and a nine year old girl on the outskirt
                           of some hideaway residential grid
                           a coffee table cluttered with fashion magazines
                           cumulus clouds low and grey
                           peered through her first story window
                           I witnessed my future flutter
                           as grey winter bleakness
                           circumambulated
                           Our February skyline
                       
                           tide came in widening intervals
                           the following summer
                           miles away
                           off the sundry Atlantic
                           it always did as
                           we grew older
                           every second
                           leading up to that moment
                         
   
                            Love had always been there
                            Buried throughout distant shorelines
                            Of remote uninhabitated beaches
     
                             Years later
                             the same beaches became populated
                             with mechanical families
                             Programmed to tell a story
                             Of how long ago in prior centuries
                             an actual human girl
                              would build sandcastles
                              Possessing foreknowledge
                              that tide would
                              come late in the evening
                              and gradually sweep them away
                              She built them anyway
                              In spite of the wind, sea, sun and rain
                              But most of all
                              In spite of the mechanical families