Water teasing,
Played catch me if you can
Lisping waves
Ripples, lapping, chasing
Over sodden sand
The hiss of droplets
Left behind
Sighs of expiration
Absorbed in greedy sand
Soaked but never satisfied
Depressed imprint of a foot
Washed in salt
Disappearing impression
Sand swept clean of
What had been
Strands of light,
Delicate, fragile
Glimmers, hovers
Not knowing where to settle
Diaphanous frame
In the space between
Glimmer light and sodden sand
I, dancing molecules
Coalesced fragments of the past
In silent wonder, wait
For my passing
The gentle hiss
Of times refraction
The sweeping clean

Of what has been

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