Sand beneath toes

Waves thrashing

Boats rushing

Lightning struck

Right above the tip of the toes

And yet she sits

Knees pushed against chest

Rain pours

With the slightest drip drop tempo

Following the rhythm of her sway

Puddle sinks toes deeper

Hair plastered against face

Drip drops pick up a beat

As her sway falls short behind

In the darkness behind eyes

The crashing of the waves drown ears

A new rhythm is found

Puddle nears knees

Pruning toes with in the sand

And her sway syncs with the splish splash waves


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