Sweet Salt
Anna Rosbach
The sea rolls along the shoreline,
Amusing itself with its back-n-forth motion.
Whispered answers to unspoken questions hang on the salty air.
The wind leaves sticky surprises
And the sand gets everywhere,
Yet the sea just rolls on and off the shore
Humming its own special tune.
Footprints
That were once imprinted in the sand
Quietly vanish.
There are no arguments here,
And still the ocean roars.


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