No deep chasm or earth-quaking rift
Just something dissolved into forgotten mist
A pattern traced into sand with love
Left to the ocean tide's gentle shove
Begun without thought to the unstable place
Not knowing at first what might come
Of the sticks and the stones and the curve of her face
By the end of it seeing the value therein
Perhaps a smile and a photo, more than a glance
Or quickly a barricade, a wall to prevent
To save what was made in an afternoon spent
Under the sun on the sands by the sea
The time to go home arrives after all
You leave before seeing, knowing the fate
Of anything left there, built in the sand
To fade to the waves steady soft slant
Rubbing out pictures and making them smooth
Blurring out glass shards you once could see through
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