The Children Bathing On The Beach One Summer
look at them as they wade in the water
listen to their smiles
and follow the steps of their chase
from the sand to the water
to the depths
our worries are always endless
what they will become
how we did not.we make so much noise
on the silence of what did not happen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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