The wet sand
Melting in the wake of dawn
The slender breeze
The hesitation
As the tide rolls generously—
The breath of nuance…
As like waves
You come crashing down upon me—
The water rises
Touching toes—
The world has no worries
The sky shimmers
The sun settling in…
Just warming up
The first pitch…
As seaweed entangles
Stopping time
The secluded cove-
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