Sun-burnt sand poured in from all sides
to bury their footsteps as they walked
silently arm in arm
feeling the wind frigid against their skins.
The beach, speckled with shells, subsided into waves
and a redwood’s trunk lay petrified in the distance
rising from the sand like an outstretched hand grasping at redemption.
When they reached it she perched on the fingers;
he turned to confront the waves.
He drowned his knees,
set his eyes on the afternoon sun
and waited for her.
She knew it,
so she stood and ran like a girl to meet him,
No pain met her there;
Her feet turned numb upon collision–
He took her peacefully.
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