Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Sea Rolls In

The sea rolls in.
Following the moon.
Rocks tumble in the foam.
Touches my feet.
I reach down and greet the water by name.
As I have every year.
Forty two years.

Rocks tumble in the foam.
Becoming sand.
Once they were boulders.
Once they were mountains.
Once they were dust in space.
Once they were stars.

Orange.
I look up.
A monarch goes by.
Off to sign a treaty.
Or rest on a flower.

Young girls play in the foam.
Wearing tight bikinis.
Wishing for sixteen year old bodies.
Mothers watch the girls.
Wearing tight bikinis.
Wishing for sixteen year old bodies.

Rocks tumble in the foam.
Waiting for the sun to go red.
Expand and take them.
Blow them out as dust.
Make them mountains.
Boulders.
Rocks.
Sand.

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