La 2
The graceful arch of a wave,
crashing down upon the sand,
engorging it with its salt,
as we swim,
gentle foam,
washing through our toes, the soft foam
gives a grand finale to the majestic crash of the wave.
Fish swim
away from the sand
where fishers cast their lines with a splish-splash,
and a salty
breeze drifts through their foamy
beards. A splash
of sunlight cause waves
of people to trot across the burning sand,
and into the water where they swim.
As I swim
through the crowds of people, a salt-
-filled hot dog rolls in the sand,
a cold, foamy
soda waves
into my mouth as I got splashed
by a crabby toddler also splashing
his mother as she swims
over a wave
to find a mouthful of salt,
spitting it foamily
onto a sandy
towel. Wistful footprints in the sand,
get splashed
by the foam
of the ocean. Underwater we swim,
salt
coursing in the wave.
Waves make ruffled patterns in the sand,
salt splashes
in the air, and seaweed swim carelessly through the tender foam.
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