diamonds swimming ontop sea-torn waves,

prisms sparkling in sunlight,

cream foam melting along the wet white sand,

this grey-blue bus

shipping shells and oceanweeds along for a ride

and waves reaching high and higher,

building, then falling, then rebuilding...

gathering, collecting, uniting...

integrating into one

and white, blue-billed seabirds swoop and play

as members of this symphony,

gathering and disbursing as they were created for,

horseflies biting intruders

confusing their game,

while the unconcerned

endless white grains of sand

witness this spectacle

and the ocean’s partner, the wind,

relentlessly inspires,

its rekindled air 

tossing about these monumental images,

all enduring,

unforgettable

7/67

Beechhurst, NJ