the pie crust of dark grey sand beneath your feet
and that moment of perfect equilibrium
at the edge of the water
between the waves
before the surface snaps
and you fall backwards
molten gold rushing between your toes
while a whisper quiet wave
wraps about your thigh
grasps and tugs
teases
sighs
and recedes from whence it came
Posted in Shutterbug on Thursday December 31, 2009.
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