the beach book

it was more

of a beach book. the type

of book

where you can skim

it a little,

while

looking out over the sand

at the water,

at people walking by.

sometimes

you'd have to go back

a few pages,

to remember where you

were,

to piece together

the plot, 

figure out where the story

might be going.

but you didn't care that

you were lost.

before the day was over,

and the sun setting,

before you packed

up your towel

and things, folded up

your chair,

you'd be

turning to the last page

to see how it all

turned out.

it was a beach book after all.