A steady gait, head down, eyes focused
Full visor, tinted glasses, bare feet.
Oblivious to scantly clad coeds
Lying prostrate in their solar worship,
She pursues her craft with single-minded purpose.
Examining the deposits on surf and sand.
Scallop, limpet, jingle, olive, whelk
Conch (if lucky), sand dollar, tooth of shark.
Collections made and discoveries counted,
Many blemished or broken, others whole.
She moves with no regard for volleyball games
Or boogie board, determined to scan the sand.
Early morning, mid-day, at sunset
The work carries on, as if by calling.
One who appreciates the artifacts of ocean gifts –
She is the beachcomber.
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