by the bay

poem by Ruth Salles

B On the edge of the bay
M the ripples move;
D go down and hit the sand,
N don't even nest in it:
R roll, roll
L and then come back.
G Water drains a few drops between the sand grains
X and call the foam: ch… ch… ch…
F and run away.
S Sudden, calm down…
H Ha!
T And turns and spills everything at the entrance of the earth.

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