Look there, at that torn edge of the wave, ripping white across the horizon.
Over here, the foam bubbles over the scalloped edge of lace lapping sand, teasing it darker, wetter.
We dig for cochina, periwinkles, and sing out for Robin to bring more beer
while fiddler crabs scurry away under the jagged wings of gulls.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (3)
I can feel the water on my skin! Love it. 💜
A perfect day
Nice work, always enjoy the beach