The sands make impacts

I take former footprints

From the fishers’ waiting dugout.

 

The waves make impressions, footprints

Drawing fresh presences of the intimate.

 
I follow the waves and their crest  

Unmindful of the sands holding the clams.

 
Holding her hand behind the waves, winds 

I am entranced by her lovely eyes and feet;

I hope the beach and waves hold hearts here.