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SUMMER:
I’ve been to the sea many times
and each time it’s different.
 
Each wave looks the same
Rolling in  Rolling  out
and back again
but they’re different.
 
Each wave brings in bromide
that collects and gathers
into memory.
 
And when I think
I can make out the face
it all washes away
by the ocean spray.
 
WINTER:
I’ve walked back
followed footprints
step
by
step.
I’ve pondered
through grains of sand
and releasing them
between my hands
I’ve tried to spell out
a message
written to me
sometime ago
 
But in confusion
they
f
a
l
l
mislead
by an unsteady hand
on a windy coast.

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