She walks the length
picking up shells
unbeknownst to her he lingers
leaving her dress in a heap
crashes into the waves
unwilling to admit defeat
gasping emerging salty
as a seal and as sleek
still he waits hands in his pockets
brushes clinging grains
of sand from her shoulders
though their final page has turned
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pseudopanax (CC BY-SA 3.0)
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