Each step closer to the waiting sand,
Cool from the early morning breeze.
Wind pushes me to the water
It salts my skin.
A jellyfish rides a wave to shore
Another drags it back home
I’d escaped but must return.
Home waits in silence,
Beneath a canopy of maple leaves
It waits for me patiently
Alone in the stale air.
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