By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 6 February 2001
Beach Sand
We acted like kids
Playing in the sand
Occasionally wrestling
When nobody was watching
Tiring ourselves out
Then,
Collecting seashells and
Building sand castles
Until all we had left
Was to watch the day settle
In the sky before us
Under the setting sun
He scrawled our names in the sand
Child-like
With a big heart around them
He stared at his art...
"If I could, I'd keep it that way
For eternity."
"Impossible, high tide is coming."
"Next time I'll use seaweed"
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