I spent the morning,
and, I suppose, the afternoon as well,
wandering the beach with feet
singing out from the scorching sand.
Gathering shells the likes of which
I’d never seen before—
Deep purples and perfect spirals or else
strange patterns that appeared painted:
As though in the night a stooped old man—
eyes made bright by moonlight—
wandered the strand with his delicate brush
and […]
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