She said that the driftwood looked like Europe
And maybe we could float there
Dip our toes where the water hadn’t warmed
Huddle for warmth
And paddle around corners.
She said that she could pinch the sun
Between her thumb and forefinger.
She said the salt makes nails rust like gems
And each diamond a country
Grab a handful, she said, they’re all the same
Once you buff their rough edges
They’ll be gifts at our wedding.