Walking past the tidy houses I wish for salt in my mouth/ Maybe the taste of sweat in the summer maybe the sand spit/Winter is/
I sense a shift in the tides/ In the sand/ We stand feet apart grasping the land/ Past behind/ future ahead/ Standing on the shoreline /with wishes/fears we must shed/My padded footprints sprint along the/ the bouncing /the bouncing shadows. If I stand still I can watch the sidewalk fill in/
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