Beaches where they do not belong
Sand dunes, like in pictures, by
freshwater oceans small only in
comparison to ancient salt giants.
Young American aliens up in Canada,
frying unknowing below a fast-living
sun, on untamed beds of a brownish,
grainy hodgepodge of limestone and
sandstone, fiberglass filters, cans
of aluminum, sticks, shims, twigs-
a texture so coarse, cotton towels
crumbled to its will, failing purpose.
The young aliens awoke and rose from
roasting yet laughed about scarring,
and ran diving into the little ocean.
They surged their bodies with copious
fluids, thereby returning sediments
back to the beach beds. They laughed,
an oddly great amount, and went back
to sleep, for several hours. They forgot
to go back home.