Belligerent Poetry

footsteps

i'd seen that place,
the edge of sand & shore,
confused, erased,
laid bare and then replaced.
the water swirling lightly
around the ankles and the toes
felt softly like the rain,
like tears,
reflected by the moon,
memories softly offered to the sea
fallen, lost in waves,
yet spent on sand,
tiny patterns focused and re-done,
days washing new
over and away with old.

-wil.