Without Lifting A Finger

T. S. should write a poem. You should. :) *                 

With the tide out, many were beached on the sand. Stranded. How long can they live outside of water? Two boys had fun picking them up and throwing them back in. I watched to see if they were able to swim away. Couldn't see clearly. Late afternoon. Charlie and I walked back home. *       

The Lagoon: Always magical. Charlie and I just got back from his favorite short circuit: the bridge and back. Ebb-tide. Patches of slime in slanting light. The return of the jellies (just babies). *