Tuesday, September 10, 2013


Water teasing,
Played catch me if you can
Lisping waves
Ripples, lapping, chasing
Over sodden sand

The hiss of droplets
Left behind
Sighs of expiration
Absorbed in greedy sand
Soaked but never satisfied

Depressed imprint of a foot
Washed in salt
Disappearing impression
Sand swept clean of
What had been

Strands of light,
Delicate, fragile
Glimmers, hovers
Not knowing where to settle
Diaphanous frame

In the space between
Glimmer light and sodden sand
I, dancing molecules
Coalesced fragments of the past
In silent wonder, wait

For my passing
The gentle hiss
Of times refraction
The sweeping clean

Of what has been

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