In honor of spring break and the deep desire to be at the beach; a Monday morning sonnet!
Buried
Treasure
The ebb and flow
of waves that fall upon
a lonely
shoreline crash noiselessly
on absent ears,
grains of sand withdrawn
by rippling
waters into salty seas.
A crab scuttles
crossing weary dunes
in twilight’s
shy approach, in fear of bright
moonbeams who
desire to bring deadly ruin
on shelled
creatures moving them to fright.
Abandoned
plastic shovels, broken bottles
worn to smooth collectibles; left behind,
they’re treasure
littering. Decaying goggles
buried beneath
sands for a time confined.
All left behind
is washed away to sea,
eventually
everything will be free.
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