Beach Walking



Beach Walking

I’ve forgotten how,
To walk on the beach.
Finding that line
Where the sand is firm,
But not so hard it hurts my feet.
Sand—fresh washed by the sea.
“I agree,” I say to no one.
Permanence is an illusion.



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