WALKING ON THE BEACH
His left leg steps ahead
and then his right.
His left arm smoothly swings,
and then his right.
It’s effortless,
like the way the surf
sweeps in and then sweeps out,
the way sadness arrives
and then silently leaves.
Overhead
the sky is a simple blue,
and soon,
with no struggle,
it will sparkle with stars.
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