listen

sometimes i sit on a beach

one where the waves break far out

so far that there no “crash”

just small ripples and bait fish at my feet

textured coarse sand between my toes

every grain floating through glass

its like watching a movie with no sound

its the strangest thing

not to hear the “crash”

i watch the wave build

crest

white water

no “crash”

silence.

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i hear the crash in my mind everytime

but it lacks