A scene on a cloudy beach
A hand elevated to the sky
In religious fervor
To the setting sun
Spilling colors
Through the cloud’s veins
The pulse of the sky
The sand
Dripping through the hour glass
An index finger and a thumb
Rub against each other
Like a whisper
Sprinkling the spice of sand onto wounds
The sands gain strength in abrasion
As the waves refresh sorrow
Pouring dreams
Into the water’s foam edge
The green of money
Bubbles into ocean’s memory
Caressing bare toes
The waves open new emotions
The rocky bluffs
A dire bass drum
Sounding off inside the silence
After thunder
Creating novel instruments
Hardened and cylindrically brown
As seaweed washes up
Growing elongated tails
The whiplash of wisdom
The Dory roaring over the seas
A toy in the bathtub
Scripted from a storybook
Antennae finding new languages
An alien suddenly landing on the beach
Brake dancing on the sand
New architecture to surprise the dunes
Sea-life forever hidden
Abalone and its brother’s kaleidoscope
Foam caressing bare toes
A dog running in three circles at once
Barking into waves of fresh sorrow
Time acts with deliberation
As nets filter the congestion of the sea
Jello-mold of the sea
And yield gifts from storied depths
Churned up from a sunken time
Everything the world wanted
Here inside this moment
Captured and packaged
Heated and cooled
Clarified into bare existence
With a trapped essence
Locked into the membranes
Of mother Earth’s savage indifference
The rising dimension of a mounting wave
Pausing to contemplate
When all life was simpler
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