The Cleansing Place.

The Cleansing Place

The sea shifts

all the people
and sifts every

grain of sand,
into half-melted castles,
and much

useless contraband.



At dusk,
daily events
are spelled out on
abandoned strands,
in bright confetti
tossed across this
endless water land.


The top of a bikini,
near two crushed cans of iced tea,
a flip-flop buried by
a box top flap from K.F.C.
one lens from
lost sunglasses,
and some hair barrettes float free,
with sand pails
left neglected
by some tots
of two or three
all this and
more is noted
near each leg
of my journey.



The residue of man and nature
scattered lazily
till waves swallow it all
into the belly
of the sea
and morning brings
a pristine beach
scoured clean
of such debris. ©-MFB III

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seasoning 7 years ago

well written, i could picture those items in my minds eye.

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