A Beach for Mornings
We saw then all the seas we could
and walked along all their long shores.
Each day a beach for our slow mornings
and time the tide that turned again.
Each pebble found became a planet
surrounded by the depths of space
and every shell held a sea and whispered
its secret stories to our ears.
The days came and went like the waves
Some stormy and some calm and there
until the day came for us to turn
back from the sea and make our way
inland to places far from shores
and any seas and all the days
they wash clean as they flow across
the fresh new beaches of the morning.
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