The sun rises to waves
whispering swish. Depths days wide
crest to peaks on the surface.
Dissolved salt encapsulates
one sunken chest. The sea
only shares with one other.
Water washes over sand, bearing
down what was rock. Sand begrudges
breaking a solid foundation. Guests
dig their toes into the tide, they detour.
No tourist knows the harshness
that excites such change.
Sand suffers crushing but sits complacent;
water suggests to dance without abandon.
Sand simply didn't foresee
all the rock salt and long hauls;
and thinks, I'm sure
it seems so easy.
In passing everyone enjoys
the pair. They present for the people
and persevere. Onlookers liken them to
a sunset, a smile, and sashay into sails
that can take them away.
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