5.19.11-in sand

Written words on the shoreline. Promises, hopes, dreams and thoughts roughly drawn with a piece of drift wood, inscribed just beyond the reaches of the weakest licks of the waves. Signed while the tide was out, and the words were out of danger. But the tide can not stay away forever. As the sun sets, as the stars slowly appear, the tide rises closer and closer to the words. In only one rush of salty water they are erased, washed away forever. A smooth potion of wet sand is left behind, an empty canvas for new words. It's like forgetting.