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When we have gone, the sea rolls back out leaving nothing

SAND CASTLES BY FORREST MILLER

Being this age in this age

is making sand castles

in front of an approaching tide.

We see the driftwood. We dig for sand dollars

and pretty shells. We write our names.

We inspect with curiosity

the hollowed-out crab shells

and seagull carcasses.

Gleefully, we try to outrun the waves;

we still get wet. Then the sea comes

and washes it all away, grinding down

the bones, the shells, the names.

When we have gone, the sea rolls back out

leaving nothing but empty horizon, clean sand,

and the echo of waves.

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 19

PARASITE

NATHAN FEUERBERG

SIGNS

HORACIO MANCILLA

COLD MOUNTAIN

JAY RUBIN

VIRTUAL ARMY REALITY

ELAINE LITTLE

GOLD ON THE CEILING

GRACE CHIPPERFIELD

WITH HER EAR PRESSED TO THE EARTH

ROBERT EARLE

SAND CASTLES

FORREST MILLER

BECAUSE PEOPLE NEVER VISIT

MADELEINE HARRINGTON

THE HERMANOS BROTHERS

STEVEN MCBREARTY

OLD SONGS

RON STAMPS

MYRTLE AVENUE

ROBERT BOUCHERON

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