when we want to live
a life more lit and touched with
fire we need the beach
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where sea throws us waves,
surf singed with feels we can’t share
like words lost in storm
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light snow drifts on dunes
while wind blows cold and dry, we
walk down to the shore—
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foam flies from the waves
like smoke, rolls on soft wet sand,
the dog sniffs, bites it;
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sunlight’s lying on the beach–
wet, shining now the ash-curled waves sink
reflecting sky:
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clouds of flame and ash
float through blue, hidden heaven
soaking into earth
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sky, flames, snow and wind, waves, foam and sand,
they and all of it are never still not ever but they move us
through us as we walk, wish, stand–
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what I see, I write,
and with my words I try to
catch the snow and light
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Photos by F. Oomkens
before the snow falls….
hall of lost footsteps
lost in your head
