Sometimes when the waves crash
they decide not to fight,
like the two bright eyed kids
punching and kicking the water.
So they just fall like two dominoes.
They roll and slide
through the seaweed and sand
holding their breath and watching the surface
curl over their heads,
like clouds rushing in and out.
Wrapped in that wet blanket
they gaze at the bright sky,
they watch the sun dance
they slide and sway
With the shifting tides,
an exercise in helplessness
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