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Ocean wanders in to contemplate me
drafts a verse about my ankles in
twisting foam, scrambles the lines
and forgets. A mirror in the slick
afterthought of water on sand
where my feet sink in soft parchment
clouds, beneath shells and kelp
washed in by the tide
Reflected and reflecting