heavy beach poem

dry grass stalks, wind goes to sea. objects drawn out from land returned. dunes are only shapes, man. rolling shapes, like a sine wave waving waves of time through the medium of sand. the glaring silver sunlight on the metal parts of hot roofs as seen from suddenly above. try to imagine the world, and when you imagine the world, try to imagine all the moving parts (us, everything) moving. but the most important thing right now I guess is the thing about the dunes, hold on to the thing about the dunes being waves, and the waves (ocean waves) being waves. wherever you are on planet earth, there are beach processes going on and barrier islands just out of sight, “move like curtains in a breeze.”