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