sand back from the beach.
handfuls, but
little else.
no salt water
taffy,
no magnets
for the fridge, not
even a picture
in my phone of the sun
rising
over the ocean.
the sand is in
my hair, my shoes,
my eyes.
it's between the pages
of books
i barely read.
it's everywhere
at once.
not to worry though,
i've saved
a few granules
for you,
and some for your
once clean bed.
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