Walking
WALKING
Gravel beach walking is noisy -
Small shells breaking, all empty.
Grind tiny gravel, stones flying out;
Pound small sand to finer grains.
Looking back you see no marks in the beach,
No trace of footsteps, in the aggregate.
On a sandy beach, no footfall noise -
Sand turning to dust in your tread.
But look back and mark
A clear path of tracks
From the very beginning of your journey.
Yet the silent sea erases all :
Soon gone forever.
Only lugworms and hermit crabs
Are unaffected by the tide.
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