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Playing Catchup
Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids
And the sun shines on
Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on flowing sand
And the sun shines on
A white line jet outruns its trailing breakdown
As a crab scuttles sideways into sheltered shade
And the sun shines on
And the waves have no end
Echoes of moon tugs on wind oceans
Racing to catch and match
The spin of gravitational fire
Copyright ©
Donald Meikle
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