Sandcastles

She’s standing on the beach

with a small suitcase.

It’s unclear

if the suitcase is full 

or empty.

Once she packed it full 

of her dreams, 

but it’s unclear

if any remain.

She thinks now

that they were built on sand,

sandcastles on the beach

to be carried away

on a storm tide,

or washed up 

and buried 

in the sand.

All that is clear

is the emptiness 

of a long horizon.

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