Mud Bay

Walk slow on the path as if you’re treading water.

Swaying your arms front to side

Treading the air

The tips of your fingers brushing the edge of bushes.

Floating down the path

You pass the train tracks.

Listening to the leaves

crashing against the current of the wind

You breathe in the sea salt

And sink into the layers of mud.

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