Let The Sea Sort It Out
 Shuffling stones 
sing sad love songs
with the waves.
Evil gulls stare at the 
setting sun with
dead spots for eyes.
I wrote a name 
in the sand .
Sat with my 
back to the world.
Worked on the
And watched as 
the tide slowly 
took it away.
Anthony B Perales 

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