The Last Wave
by Michael F. Renshaw


My heels sink first as
_____waves suck the
_________golden beach away

Balls of my feet go next
___tthen my toes sink
_____waves tugging my ankles
_______pulling harder
_________sucking deeper as

__chaos calls me
_____ blue sky, yellow
__sun, green
_____palms, white
__ waves spinning dizzily


Desperately seeking up
___while
_____going
_______down
Voices calling
____distorted in waves


Salt
__so much salt
_____tasting salt
__________fighting salt
_____breathing salt --


Waves
__crashing now
in silence






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