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Discovery

Leaping driftwood
beaming,
I race to tide pools.
Crouch,
observe;
sea
anemones wave
pink tentacles.
I let them kiss
my fingertips; a scratchy suck
as I pull away.
Water dissolves footsteps
in rippled earth.
A clam spouts
an arch knee-high.
I chuckle.
All that remains is a dimple
in sand.

Discovery

Leaping driftwood
beaming,
I race to tide pools.
Crouch,
observe;
sea
anemones wave
pink tentacles.
I let them kiss
my fingertips; a scratchy suck
as I pull away.
Water dissolves footsteps
in rippled earth.
A clam spouts
an arch knee-high.
I chuckle.
All that remains is a dimple
in sand.

Jessica C. Levine  42, Seattle

 
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