A day at the beach
Walking down to the beach with
the sand burning
my feet
making me run
into
the sea of diamonds.
A bird swoops low,
cawing loudly.
The waves crash on top of me,
soaking me.
I hear the screaming of the wind
as it blows by the shore
finding pieces of glass
and shells;
tiny treasures.
When the sun begins to fall,
diving low under the sky,
it is time to go home
back to the house.
Where we can change our clothes
and dump sand out of our shoes
leaving tracks around the yard
reminding us
of a day at the beach.
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