Our Beach || by Daniel Epps

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Our Beach || by Daniel Epps
The winding waves lunge toward us
like clouds on methamphetamine

further out it’s so still and rhythmic,
like a pulse inside womb, and it’s
strange, almost scary; you wonder
how the edges of something so
serene should look so angry

winds and waves knock
the seagulls around but
they’re used to it, it’s
what they were made for

it’s so loud! you shout, and
i wish we’d brought food,
i hope we stay together,
i feel so close to you it’s
like i am you, I realise
suddenly how happy I
am because every wave that
hits the sand feels like
a beginning.