Refusal
The shore at day’s end -
I watch as the tide recedes;
seabirds play and wash
as the last sunlight fades.
Calcified fragments of a sand
dollar crumble, the sea
calm, a shimmering
lure as the winter flees.
to the sea, not say at last
a desert is all there is -
if there is no sea all is lost.
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