Toes splash into waiting waters,
Laughter sparks in the smirking air
It calls for vengeance
On the careless,
Who dare trespass in disguised domains
Waves, large, and looming
Scratching at ankles, legs, then waists
Until salty fingers grab hold of necks
And the laughter is ceased,
Quickly dulled by the howling flood
A foot touches sand
Once, twice
Before ripped away, and dragged far from
The yellow minivan, waiting
On the staring shore
And the ice-cream man,
With his back to the silver moon
Waves hiss in his shadow
The crows, black like ash, and circling
Cautiously glide
High above the riptide

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