Undertow

Ripping tides,

throwing horses,

hurling seabirds to the sky,

thrashing rock into sand, wrecking

the abandoned homes of limpets and clams,

reducing it all to grit and foam,

beaching itself in exhaustion,

receding;

the sand dries,

the rock stands

and starfish wait like wishes

for the next rising tide: such is my prayer;

beware of the undertow.

It has a warrant of its own.

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