Sawgrass and Sand

The sea is a sacred basin,
even when breached
by tsunami.

I tremble
at the edge of the world,
waves wash over the rim.

Metamorphic and silicate
glisten a patience of tears
and honey-eyed dreams.

The moon slips under the surface.
In the mist of stardust
and dawn

fingertips touch
on this walk through sawgrass
and sand.

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