Moving from Mundane to Mundane

1: Mundane

The shore ruffles
muted into sand
water sizzles foam.

Footsteps are broken
echoes soak in pockets
freedom in letting.

2:Mundane
Bubbles track the turning tide
the angles are wrong
for a centered sunset.

The waves spread, cacophonous
chaos, impending, inevitable.

The sand is a broken thing
thoroughly reduced.

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