the ocean and
the shore
have this
relationship
hot and cold
and cold and hot
and vice versa
–the one purely context
for the other
~practically the world…
the water tips
its caps
sparkling white, and who doesn’t like that?
waves, and advances
and the shore
shimmying shamelessly
in nothing but an apron
and shell earrings
rolls back tide
to show the world its reef
and beckons but
the water
puts up a wall at that
(point)
and spits!
several in fact, and as the first wall crashes on unguarded sand
that packs a mean wrecking wall, nevertheless
there’s another
and another
and another
ad infinitum
that beach must break.
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