Walk between the tide lines
Tracks haphazard then straight
run for miles northwest
into the windscape of dawn
Be the first to leave a mark
Find shell and bone
These fragments
left on the beach
will in time
become
sand
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wordshophop 
A lovely poem and I love this bit…Be the first to leave a mark…we do this on sand and in freshly fallen snow…
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Love that aspect with sand… you have that moment to be first every day… every shift of sand makes it new again
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