The rising tide surges
inky, black and swirling
drowning everything in its path
with a darkness greater than the beach
its onslaught lays waste
ending the revelry of summer
The choking salt drives all away
in a violent steady flood
cold, dark, unpleasant and rough
up from the shoreline
back to their homes
The beach is battered
like it might disappear forever
And then
the water at its deepest
and most dangerous
stops
turns back out to sea
and leaves the beach
alone.
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