Run Away, Mother

Shadows climb across the dunes
A broad winged seagull screeches overhead
Waves tug and tear near feet in black boots
Turning up collars against the frail gritty wind

The sand is cold this time of year
Children tear across the desolate stretches
Stooping to pluck brown pieces of shattered crab shells
Strewn like glass among the black pouches

“Mermaid purses” a child exclaims
The light in her eyes still glowing despite where she stands
Her mother hovers overhead fighting back the salt that pools
Always threatening to wash over and tumble down her cheeks

The grey sky fills with a mist of rain
Clouding the vision of the six who stand along the beach
Mother and children knowing that this is not the right place
And there are never enough miles to drive to forget yesterday

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