She rolls,
calm and languid
jelly green belly to the sun.
Wind fingers brush back her hair.
Bunching her skirts around her,
she clutches her knees, bearing down
with a sigh.
She tires,
lashing angrily:
face darkening, menacing grey.
Spitting protests at those who pass,
she swats mottled legs
up the beach before her,
until she is alone.