Look, I am the most beautiful part of this fringe
at the edge of the bay
We are, all of us, abandoned strands, tough and matted
like the ungroomed hair of a dog
but my color, which is purple, sets me apart
Most of us are green or brown or even beige
Me, like the rim of the horizon at sunset,
a beautiful violet stain pressed close against the ocean
Not many people come near this secluded arc of sand, but I
wait for one to come and admire, appreciate my uniqueness
I hope they come soon as my small consciousness
suspects the creeping flood of the tide will not be long