October 17, 2013 

Two small grey plastic clogs

abandoned helter-skelter

on the wet grey sand

kicked off by the little boy

who couldn’t wait

to run into the water.

A bolder wave arrives

taking one in tow as it retreats.

In that decisive pause 

when gathering swell and outbound wave

must come to terms, 

I retrieve the clog

to set it by its mate

far from the refluent tide.

The clogs – kicked off

 – or torn off  by a wave ?

And the child?

Was he too swept out to sea?

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