When we go to the beach and sit, we feel the
soft, silky, mushy, silt, clay
sand. Organic matter of sand water.
It melts away with abrasion. The sand gives us peace of mind.
It relaxes our bottoms. The broken fingernails of dirty hands lay in the sand.
My people are humble, people who expect
Nothing. Kids build sand figures, sand squares, sandcastles in forms.
When water hits it, it gets softy and silt.
The beach days deceased.
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