The clouds masked a nascent sun
glimmering on waves barely born,
their surf sizzling up the sand.
Nothing seemed to move or speak
in this dim heaven
but the whisper of the water,
the unheard voice of the sunlight
beaming through patchy clouds,
the silent wingbeats of gulls.
Each breath drew in the serene salt
of an unspoiled shore
just as the dozing tide snored softly,
reaching with foam-frilled fingers
to touch my shoes.
(Subject to Change)
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