A sand wheel tilts
across a toy boat laying
on its side
it waits to sift
white sand
speckled and sparkling
black bits of dead leaves
pepper the white
a pail
in a rush to be filled stands
stuck with a shovel
but no one
is here to fill it
gathered around
are tiny cars and trucks
toys sailing
on a sea of sand
all hemmed in
by a green lawn
shaded by a weeping pine
I wait my door open
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