(This is a poem I wrote on the evening of day 6 at a summer camp.)

(Sandcastle 4)
[A I R]

It’s a nice evening
Lonely at the beach
Water rushing
Wind blowing

I turn my back
to the ruins of our sandcastle
I pay no attention
I solely focus
on the static

I smile.
I like being at the beach alone
Eventually, I’ll build my own castle
But for today?

This night
the static is all that matters

in a rush
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