Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Pair at the Beach

Looks like the kid has left us here,

Off to do whatever barefoot.

So like the kid to disappear.

Wonder if this time we've been put

In time and place and the kid will

Just leave us here at the beach, and

The winds will blow and we will fill

Up with lots of bird poop and sand.

Oh well, we might as well just take

Whatever happens all in stride.

Without the kid we get a break

From the fast pace we're too oft tied.

A pair of shoes, footloose and free,

Two empty soles, just you and me.