Buttoned up, slacks, fancy bow laces.
Moonlit waves crashing closer,
Closer to a man hidden within his
Own suit. Slowly digging toe by toe
Into the goddamn sand.
No one around to see his demeanor
Change: rage pity depression hope. An
Infinite beach on each side of his
Unseen slouch.
Thousands of leftovers from others-
Motivations unknown, just directions
he can choose to follow. His bare foot
replacing the leftover prints.
Each grain of sand rubs against fair
Little french fries for toes. All the shells
To his ear the same. Only the waves
Crashing bring him forward.
The cold death of the water
Surges through his warm
Blood- shivering,
Breathing
Slightly.
None.
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