To the Sea

(a re-post)

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And so I have gone down

to the salty, briny air

where the surf tumbles the sand

and the wind combs through my hair,

where the seagulls dip and squabble

and the pocket pools grow warm

and the starfish nuzzle rocks

as the tide begins to turn,

where the sun lights through each wave

as it surrenders to the sea

and the sky steams into purple

and the night spits stars to me.

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(c) 1992, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright