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Indian Ocean, Perth

On this blank page of beach
without shells or kelp
we were two brushstrokes
against gray water, white sky.

When I stepped in
the ocean tasted my feet,
the edge of the continent.

I was twenty; I could imagine
four thousand miles to Madagascar,
a life that big.

Indian Ocean, Perth

On this blank page of beach
without shells or kelp
we were two brushstrokes
against gray water, white sky.

When I stepped in
the ocean tasted my feet,
the edge of the continent.

I was twenty; I could imagine
four thousand miles to Madagascar,
a life that big.

Sherry Rind  64, Kirkland

 
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