CLEAN

A frontier of waves with form

breasted my ankles

with coolness borne from dark fathoms.

Water and foam spread like dust

on the shoreline

where it flows blue and green

over sand broken from

ancient mountains.

The aroma of tumbling water

runs strong over me;

a ripe fruit unchallenged.

Threads of a blue heaven hold the oceans

in place as the waters

wash over me.

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