by Jerges Cervantes

Created on: April 24, 2010

Toes curled between gritty sand,

A cawing of gulls in the air,

An air that breathes without me,

A wave of blue and white foam washes over me,

Taste the salty sea,

Feel the current pulling you inward,

If I were a log,

I would be pushed to the shore,

Without effort and without hope,

My legs and feet grasp the ocean bottom,

In that muddy, yet coarse sand,

Beneath my curled toes,

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