Seagulls sail endless skies--
pluck morsels from the surf
that offers periwinkles for bounty.
Driftwood harbors crabs
as they scuttle about.
Like eyelashes, sea oats
flutter over the dunes
winking in the breeze.
We came only to observe this day
to leave footprints,
vestiges of human passage
behind on the shore.
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