Have you ever played with sand?

Cupped your hands to hold it

and thrown it up and down?

Watched the wispy whimsicality

in cascades of golden grains

growing into forlorn, fleeting shapes

for the smallest fraction of a second?


Ag! Not everything’s a poem,

although there is poetry in everything

when you look at it anew.

He found a new way to see the beach,

up close and coarse,

leaving only the rest of life to figure out.


Just play with sand sometime,

it could be fun.

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