Dream the Beach #5

There were so many meetings, but also the beach.
My sweet coven was gathered under a swaying palm 
surrounded by tide pools full of anemones and coconut
casings. I owed so many things to people: notes,
critical essays, a kiss. Sharon Olds was sad I had
been so absent in her lecture classes and my PhD 
was suffering so. But it was warm out and the girls
were laying out on large wooden chaise lounge chairs,
the dog was learning to swim in a child's blue pool,
and for the first time in my life I had found a really
gorgeous pair of nude heels that I could walk in like
a real champ.