All Things Salt

As sea grass joins wind,

in forward motion blowing east,

all things salt begin to merge,

the oozing throb,

of each cresting wave,

sun glistens,

exploding light,

waves up once,

fall back,

and are gone.

 

These rhythms,

dance and die,

as footsteps vanish

in the sand,

erased by salty winds.

 

We glisten for a moment,

cresting up,

falling back,

and are gone.

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