upon all strips of sand-land
water leans forward
only to pull back - a tease -
receding tides a finger
curling toward its mysterious self
beckoning beach
settlers to at least wade -
cool their hot feet
where the sand begins to hold
every footprint
filling when the waves woosh in
erased on the out
revealing sea skeletons -
intimations of what's
alive in the silentious depths -
walking landward then
feet are shod with weathered stone
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