First, a footprint, dry and crumbly,Soon effaced by winds which whisk theParched brown grass that shoots up, waving,By the fence above the tidemark. Then, an indent, wet and clay-like,Soon dissolved by waves that wash aLong dark strip of sand to mark aNo-man’s-land twixt sea and seashore. Last, a deep pit, soft and slipping,Soon melted by …
