Over Time

By
Footsteps
On the sand
Fresh imprints
Made invisible
By an incoming wave
Vanished
Replaced
And then erased
Over
Over
With every change in the tide
With every passing wave
With every new footstep
That crowds the beaten sand
Large
Small
Young
Old
Gone
With the waves
Out to sea
And destined
Like memories
To be forgotten





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