Crash Course


Shells line the shore like a button-fly

Seagulls camouflage in the overcast and babble about yesterday’s snack bar mishap

Sunlight pokes through a single beam that bounces off the crystal like a pinball

Waves come crashing, dissolve to seafoam leaving a sticky signature in the sand

The breeze whistles through and I hum along, wishing there was something besides a smile that could be said

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