Monday, June 17, 2013


East coast beaches are tidal
kind of like

It's all about change

I step on at one end

of the vast sea of sand
and let it take me, like ice

Tip-toeing across the water,
chasing a vanishing shore.

I walk quite alone,
except for the sea

Others walk alone too,
so far away they look small.

How many poems of the sea
can one write?

How many poems of the sea are there?

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