Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Sand

Sand

The beach is
the ocean eating the land,

it is so magnificent
we want to be near it, we leave

whatever we are doing
for it. This is vacation, to vacate

one’s home and come
here, to where everything breaks.
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  1. MaureenJuly 9, 2013 at 11:58 AM

    Love how you conclude this poem.

    Great find in Ahmed! Will be taking a closer look at his work.

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  2. WASJuly 9, 2013 at 2:24 PM

    Nice. I like the way the word vacation is like vacate then a crash of surf breaking.

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