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The Shore of Santa Monica

by Anna Robertson

Waves devour waves
Creeping towards the dirty sand
Erasing our tracks
Like the thousands before us.
But still, the sea holds
Memory of our footprints,
Just as the grit clings
To the rough soles of our feet –
We scatter the sea
Once we leave, oh once we leave.