blank page of sand
slowly, she lets the ball of her
foot drop too
the heat that exudes from the
innumerable grains sears into
her heel as she releases
the weight fully
toe, ball, heel
toe,
ball, heel
she prances to a
flower printed blanket
with a crooked umbrella
how cliché
the comforting sun
envelopes her in a hug
each ray holding her closer
offering to never let go
she could fall asleep
as the birds chirp the
same melodies
without fail
a stagnant lullaby
she’s not tired
a spot within her soul
itches unceasingly
pulling one hand to her heart
and using the other to
swipe away her sand
speckled hair, she
walks towards the water
her eyes close
maybe if she can push away
some of her senses
she’ll see the beauty of this place
the waves crash hard
but
consistently
their sounds don’t change
but then again, what does?
she lets her eyelids lift up
the sun brings a sea of white light
into her vision
and then fades away as quickly as it was
there to begin with
and then she sees
what the waves are doing
they swim up to the shoreline
and the take the sand
they
take it away
raze it down
so that new grains can take their
place, until they, too, are taken
she sits down with her hands
stuck in the tangles of her
sandy hair
in despair
because everything changes
even though nothing really does
she wanders back to that
flower printed and threadbare blanket
with the umbrella leaning parallel to the
sand which won’t last long anyway.
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