There was symmetry

On that stretch of sandy beach

Away from noisy children

And the frisky dogs at play

There was

A gathering of thoughts

Collating- somehow

Properly fitting a pattern

Mostly eluding me times past

Low tide exposed

Some things

Covered so long ago

I thought they'd all eroded

Fucked-over by the waves

Constantly pounding

I wrote with toes

"Hello William"

As though you were above

And seeing the greeting

Smiling?

Anything to amuse you

The words stayed past the tide

Next day someone

Had walked across and

Written "Hello stranger"

Yeah... That serves me fucking right