Ode to Sand

By
beige
plain
as the freckles on my face
yet smooth
like the class clown cracking a great joke
but rough
like the bully tormenting the nerd after school
simple
like the breath of a baby dozing off
however
sandpaper
as it is shoveled into pails and buckets
the heat
as you run
to get to the contrasting cool water
but in a way
it is like the chill water
as it is trickling through the crevices in your hand
each grain causing a small tickling
sensation
on each inch of your finger
lenient
as the tide comes to devour it up
but regurgitated as the tide goes down
sand
beige
plain
as the freckles on my face





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