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Tide... High tide low tide along the beach, I watch the waves collapse in foam. The waves keep rolling each to each. I clamshell shut my eyes. I reach Down past darkness to my own High tide low tide along the beach. One sudden seagull's ill-tempered screech Startles me. I'm not alone. The waves keep rolling each to each. I hunt perfect seashells, most are broken and bleached; Shy away, squeamish, from a too-fresh fishbone. High tide low tide along the beach. Southeasterly winds stir palm fronds to speech. Two clouds drifting by form a world of their own. The waves keep rolling each to each. Fifty-four years on this planet. It's high time I teach Myself the art of contentment, of feeling at home. High tide low tide along the beach, The waves keep rolling each to each. |