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beach buzz


by Kitty Boots


tides cycle, pull, push, retreat
you are free to
lift your head to a mackerel sky

dip toes in briny foam, dig heels in sand
walk in silky silence
breathe

there is no cresendo of waves
this water is gentle

hours corroded by salt mist
hang in the air

you stare at the horizon
 your heartbeat slows
and you're ready to accept offerings left on the shore
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