[Frank]

"Mommy, I'm okay,

"SANDY HOOK"

Seagulls swarmed sandra as she threw bread in the air - without a care in the world.
the hyper birds swirled above her head in a beautiful frenzy that spun her dizzy into an embarrassing url
her parents observe from chairs in the turf:
Swearing a blur;
Prepared to go get her;
Pale, with concern
..
As Sandra hurls bread, into the mouths, of the flock she orchestrates into perilous turns.
Seagull droppings; splatter her face - everywhere in her curls.
.
The mother covers the sun with her hand and stares til it burns
The wave’s wear and tear on the earth – as tides draw closer to her feet – Sandra fearlessly whirls.
The ocean is ,still, with, danger ,lurking beneath a transparency surge;
Sandra twirls oblivious to her parents now blaring words towards a scarier surf...
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..
...
The mothers voice can be heard, in the seashells of aquarium urns
The seagulls flapped their wings, as your parents worst nightmares unfurl.
Sandra - hearing impaired, her mothers clarity stern,
her conchlears eroded from the sea salt and bird shit that went through her hair and churned her ear to a mur..
mur..
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lifeguards hurry off their chairs; firing flares - in spurs.
helicopter hovers, above, the seagulls, above Sandra, flailing - submerged.
the volley balls are impaled from the berserk
Shriek of the parents, yelling -
After they apparently learned the welfare of their child for quarter square miles - bewaring alerts -

...Sandra’s.. somewhere.. in the surf…


Battling a 1000 pound Sand tiger shark......


………her sandals emerge.
..
....
The underwater ruckus
chips coral- cracking
shell
fish –
as our
cameras
stir
..
………
(C’mon - share in the search…)

Pretend you’re the parent of this girl.....

Sun burned - red glare of the world…...

The wind knocked out of your sails – you try holding on to the rails of the world -
You bury your head in the lair of the earth.
....
..
Your daughters body rises to the surface, I dare you to turn -
The seagulls hoist her from the watery grave before a school of hammers converge......

.....Earl and Shirl would become ghost white …. as tan as they were……...

Sandra,

Pearl, You deserve this prayer from our church.

Dear Lord, are we etched in stone, or just scratched in the sand of the surf?

Where do we go when we perish from purge?

To the Castles in the air.


Yessir..