31 December 2006
The weather's moderate for late December.
The waves break and foam on the Jersey shore.
Broken shells wash ashore and pock the otherwise immaculate smoothness.
A relic from a day and age when Atlantic City was a proud seaside summer resort.
French-speaking children ran barefoot down the beach.
Their feet sank into the sand only enough
to leave these brief impressions
on time and space
their existence only proven
with photographic evidence.
The history of this footprint...
...Will vanish in the lapping of solitary wave
breaking onto the shore
soon carrying away all
but memory of what
In the end there will be only the ocean and the shore.