a sandcastle with various
sea shells adorning
it’s delicately
crafted columns
refuses to surrender
to the sunset.

as the sun dips
down into the water
past the horizon,
the wind strengthens
itself for battle
with the innocent.

each moment passing
is unavoidable doom,
and, as I watch,
a coral colored
shell falls
into the sand below.

grains of dust
are carried away
slowly with each
passing breeze,
yet half remains –
the castle refuses to go!

it grows late, and
much time passes
as I watch layers
of what was once
a royal invention
enter extinction.

tomorrow children
will build castles
in the sand,

and at night you
can find me
on the beach
with a pen in my hand.


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