"Sandsong"

© 1994 by Andersen Silva

Sand,
     Permeates the land.
Seemingly infinite, these constantly shifting specks.

Sand,
     In quantities grand.
I pick some up, unaware of the secret hex.

Sand,
     It sticks to my hand.
Try to brush it off, but the damage is already done.

Sand,
     I make a futile stand.
My arms, my chest, my feet, they must carry a ton

Of sand,
     Wish that it were banned.
Suntan lotion scrapes as I rub it on.

Goddamn
     All this infernal sand.
Long after I've left this beach, it still won't be gone.

Sand...