the ocean and
the shore
have this
relationship.
hot and cold
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,
(high!)
(and advances
as the shore
shimmies shamelessly
in nothing but an apron
–rolling back tide
to show the world its reef
(as it beckons)
but the water
puts up a wall at that
point
(and spits!)
several in fact, and as that first wall crashes on unguarded sand
that packs a mean landing, nevertheless
there’s another
and another
and another
ad infinitum
–that beach must break.
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