On The Beach

A Walk On the Beach

By Roy D. Follendore III

Each step I take

meets each oncoming wave

as if it were one more memory

I can not save,

then breaks anew like a white line

always unexpected and unaccounted for

to what ever else I may find;

like old broken shells,

or wet ocean grass,

or those salty smells,

or perhaps an unexpected find of transparent words

swimming along with flotillas of

grey floating birds.

Each step I take

within this summers sandy beat

moves just that much more white sand

beneath my hot feet.

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