A Wave And Good Bye
I leave my cot and walk the beach, barefoot,
My feet laved ling-ringly by the latest wave,
Broken along the sloping shore, as it returns.
My print is there, I know, upon the silken sand;
I felt the pressure of my being make its mark
Upon the yielding surface of the smooth wet mat,
And stepping back a pace, can see the dent I made.
But still I must not estimate above its due,