That Girl on the Beach

She's going to test the sand
Test and see if it's okay
To relax her feet in it
Let it creep around her
And keep her toes cool

She's going to sit on the planks
And thank God it's still warm enough out
To wear sandals to nice restaurants
Without getting dirty looks

She's going to wonder
If she should have said 'Yes'
When he asked her to go with him
Back home to an unfamiliar city
With no water and no waves

With nothing to do but stare at him
And hope boredom doesn't rear its ugly head

She's going to push her hair back
And wonder if it still smells like his apartment
That smell that only rich people's apartments have
That mix of leather sofas and gourmet herbs

She's going to walk to the water
And tap the edge of it
Where it hits the sand
And turns it into something else

She's going to go up to her ankles
And then stop

Never a good idea
To go in too deep