Waves

 

The walk along a sandy shore swells long,

crunching feet in rhythm thinking on what

the sea creates and renders moot today.

 

Dissolving thoughts, collapsing rolls of spray,

marbled green tainted sudsy white stirred up.

 

All life and death begins and ends repeat

and rinse again with salty spitting spume.

At times, you throw a lonely boot, reboot.

 

 

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