Poem

I brush my teeth at the beach
every morning. 
then I hide the toothbrush in the sand.
for Sandra to find.
when she is volunteering.
to clean up the beach.

I carve poems.
into the plastic tooth brush.
in hopes that she finds it. 
or a shark uses it.
it was free from the dentist.
don't get mad, concrete is litter, too.