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Lines in the sand

To R J GLASHEEN

there was the day
we took the ferry across the bay
you your daughters and me

you laugh and run from the camera
one buries her feet then legs in the sand
the other watches the grains flowing from her small fist
being caught by the wind and scattered
I draw lines in the wet sand

we have our picnic
lie among the reeds that tickle the unbroken blue
each lost in his or her own world

then the chasing games in and
around the rocks
in and out of the sea waves snapping
at our heels
erasing freshly made footprints

and the lines in the sand

title poem of Lines in the Sand - Bradshaw Books 2008