Beach Day

Walk along the beach
A rather primitive pleasure
My earthly footprints left behind
Above, I spy a jet
Streaking the sky
White vapor trails

I turn to look back at my steps
Like memories
Recent ones remain clear
Those in the distance
Fading away
So much has been forgotten
Consumed by time

The footprints I make
will inevitably wash away
Only to one day vanish
Like all other moments in time
Like passing clouds

I take pause at the thought

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