SUNDAY AFTERNOON Kaleena Cote gazing out across the sound my toes poke seashells that they've found and seagulls scuttle 'cross the ground a sunday afternoon. the waves, they crash as if on key and clouds cast shadows over me and children shriek out, so carefree a sunday afternoon. the wind is strong but nice and warm a kayak tries to maintain form a restless water, since the storm a sunday afternoon. a father keeps his son in sight a boyfriend hugs his girlfriend tight a child tries to fly her kite a sunday afternoon. the sun beats down upon my face and freckles start to take up space i never want to leave this place a sunday afternoon.