In somber gray she wears sandstone
white and hunches over the day
seeking treasure in liquid tone,
in somber gray.
Music plays about her toes
in waves of little half-notes
her smile murmurs through the gray
a smattering of gulls dip this way,
their willing wings
lifting the soft-shadowed day
as she lifts a tidal treasure
painted in purples, reds, creamy
browns and brings
the shell to her ear, hears day
playing among the waves
of somber gray.