Twin Beaches

Eric Miranda

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The tide

 

Rippling eddies across a sunlight bay,

The tide, slowly,

Inch by inch,

Slowly, slowly.

 

The land, gone,

Consumed by the ocean,

Then slowly receding,

Slowly, slowly.

 

The water, gone,

Rocks to sand,

Sand to water,

The sun beating down,

 

Burns, burns,

 

Time passes,

The sea returns,

Slowly, slowly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twins

 

Two twins,

The same,

Yet different,

 

Pebbles and sand,

Sand and pebbles,

The water.

 

Glistening with seaweed,

To go through the woods,

Or across the field.

 

The tide, the same on both sides,

The narrowest part of the Island,

Gabriola Sands,

 

Provincial Park,

Beaches which are considered,

Twins.