Infinite roar
Salty sweet senses
Cawing above, swishing below
Wind whipping you however it can,
Spiteful beast.
The moment you set down your food,
The moment you set down anything, really
The breeze smells like salty ice cream popsicles,
Gritty sand beneath your feet,
Sucking you down into its depths,
Closer, closer
An endless massage, the softest rug
Crabs, seagull, people,
Loud shrieks,
An assault on your ears,
Parents,
Unhappy strangers
Crabs, hermits,
Subjects in a kingdom
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