The moon pulled the shoreline

into low tide, revealing the oceans

resistance in ripples of sand.

Treasures lay exposed or

half buried in wet sand.

Seagulls feed on trapped shells.

Pools of water hold small

fish soon to meet their end.

The strand,

dry with wild hair beach grass

looks down

from its headboard

to the receding waves.


An onshore breeze spreads

a heavenly aroma

of marsh and mud, signaling

loss until high tide

reclaims its place.

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