They finally engulf the words in which I have etched
in the warm golden sand.
The white foam of the wave touches my toes,
and sends a cold shiver up my spine.
Warm weathered goose bumps grow across my skin,
and then it is gone.
until the next time the wave creeps up,
and erases my entire foot,
A print which stood there
only a moment ago.
-JPK
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