Old stories no longer scourge



Watch rhythmic crests roll,

unfurling maritime scrolls,

sand crunches under soles.


Speckled wave-worn stones

licked & rolled by cream-fringed foam:

photoed with smartphone.


You crouch, wait for rush,

roiling water’s inland shush:

quick! outrun tide push.


Seagulls swoop then surge,

old stories no longer scourge: 

new plot lines emerge.




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