Eleven Short Words

I wrote twelve hundred lines

Full of big words and self reflective 

Phrasings answering back

To poets from a century

Nay a millenia ago. 

 

I published it far and wide,

A tribute to my cleverness

And no one read a line.

The girl goes to the shore

And reflective of the hardness 

and temporal-ness of life

She takes a stick 

And writes in the crumbly sand.

 

Eleven words to be washed away

But a low flying plane

Carried a love sick boy

He leaned out the window 

and snapped the shot.

 

Soon it spread

Viral, as they say.

 

My epic forgotten,

Her eleven short words

Remembered for all time:

 

Come with me 

by the sea

Let us be

Sand again