Late evening on a barren sandbar
And three people range
Its perimeter in the long
Silent shadows of sunset.
Water moves.
The sand is moved upon.
If you walk the place they meet,
You become part of the
Pull...release...pull...release
There are no deep thoughts here,
No rage, resolution,
Conviction or conjecture.
Only the movement that acts
On the senses. Senses that move
Over shadows, shadows
In low light
On the sand bar.
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