By Rebecca Longtin
The beach was still long
about an hour after low tide,
not a footprint in sight,
very few shells to be seen.
The sand wiped clean
still glistened from the sea.
The wind howled past
pulling my hair from my face.
Sea foam darted up the shore
barely touching the sand as it soared.
Up near the dunes, loose sand
created a flowing stream.
The rain began to fall
pelting my raincoat and cheeks.
Then I came upon another person,
the first I had seen on this afternoon walk.
With a wave and a thumbs up,
kindred souls we passed.
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