another dusk at the cove

I made ten thousand wishes
all the while blowing angels from their beds
Narrow trails and substantial scrub making life exciting again
All the while black soldiers storm my sweater from above
When the trail opens to the shore, glory
Mud flats like rippled leather shine in the twilight
Dune grass golden and blowing calmly
Enjoying sundown while still knowing
I am a pepper in ticks crawling