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The Beach

Tide

By Harper LewisPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read

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.

nature poetryFree Verse

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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  • Julie Lacksonen2 months ago

    I can feel the water on my skin! Love it. 💜

  • Aspen Marie 2 months ago

    A perfect day

  • Christopher Beard2 months ago

    Nice work, always enjoy the beach

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