The day wore on as I walked over the sand.
The park lay clean, but the beach was dirty.
Together, mother and I sat on dusty ground,
beside a bag of seedless red grapes.
We ate some, fed the gulls some, and watched the sandpipers
scavenge for more. Then we peered at little holes,
tunnels to the center of earth, where night crabs made their home.
Mother told me to sit still as she bit a grape in half and threw
the other to the ground. I mourned the loss of half a fruit as sand
diluted the flavorful juice. Raising my head to dull the disappointment,
I stared at the water, gently treading the shore.
When I peered back the grape was gone.
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