The beach remembers
Lover's tastes and trash
And it can't forget
Too many breezes blow
In strong currents
And sand tossing tourists
Piles of humanity
Discarded playthings
And burnt butts
Cans crushed under foot
Seasoned among sea oats
And barley stained
His hands upon her
Rumpled sands swaying
And tides wetting
Every passion gets remembered
By the beach beneath us
And our trash