The salt slowly dissolves,
leaving the sand wet
and footprints increment
as we walk by ourselves.
The birds are at play
no matter what time of day,
two-step and four-step away
from the incoming wave,
brave avians guarding the shore
until an exhale from the ocean floor
clips their toenails,
grounding them with the snails.
Friday, September 11, 1998
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