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Never seen the waves so high


eating at the pebbled shore

sinking salty teeth down

and pulling, heaving

the haplessly loose out and away


Gulls mass, those little anarchists

stringless kites in the roar

unflapping in their pursuit

of risky but effortless air


and I’m standing here


I am standing here


planting my feet in sea-licked stones

to become a place

where the wind and the water

and the rattling land meet