The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face
Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore
Everything screamed pirate to him
And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet
So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place
Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right
Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches
Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf
I captured my true love’s heart playing among the ocean’s surf. I was overjoyed, yet saddened at the same time. She means so much to me, but I had wanted solitude at that moment.
I had left her last week, hoping the pain of our breakup would begin to dull. Alas, here among those playful waves she worked her way back into my life. Because of my devotion to her, she and I will go sailing far over the horizon together again.
This time I’ll make sure her waterlogged corpse doesn’t get loose and wash up on the beach again.
Waves crashing on the beach
A metronome of change
Terraforming the shoreline
Eventually the old is no more
Releasing the new upon the world
Both were held in contempt of court
Two pairs of jeans found on the beach
They witnessed it all
But they refuse to testify