the beach dried up
the day after the rains
the recession of tides
invites
the sun
to burn through
the detritus of my emotions
littering the gaudy sands
the wave is too heavy
for its own undertow
the ocean pulls back the curtain
emptying
and
then
all the embarrassing shards
of my conscience are on display
a faded Coke-can rolls up
affirming its unsteadiness
on the sandy cobbles
it bounces and twists in the wind
dances on the waves
like cylindrical balsa wood
its aperture drinks
the fringed edge
of foam bubbling towards it
The black and red
now experienced silver grey magenta
the ocean’s leading edge
pulls back
gathering everything beneath it
inside it
And tries to deliver
all that it has
to those on the shoreline
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