the grain of sand floats, drifts back, then forth
the moon is full
the tide surges in
the waves are
"I am trapped" cried the grain of sand
slowly the water moves the grain of sand
for each slip forward
it slips two back, into the sea
the sea waits patiently
as it has waited for eons
the beach of sand is smaller tonight
the sea will come again
JB Corn
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