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No words
The coming dawn,
a heavy drowse
of fog and beach's loss
of memories from yesterday
where summer's laid
its final pall
o'er castles washed aground.
And as each footprint
leaves its mark
and just as quickly fills,
avert my eyes
in time to see
the undulating shoreline dunes,
the chevron wings of gulls.
I contemplate
in shrouded light
while I alone eclipse
where sand crabs scuttle
in the wake
of early morning mist.
And how my mind
is set adrift
like waves that crest ashore
without the anchor
of their roots
when low tide pulls them in.
I question is my living still
for reasons meant so much before,
for answers I find
have no words
but feel as light as ocean air,
like nourishment to me.
What seems like hours
are but moments
when the call of gulls
returns my thoughts to me,
how quickly they pass overhead
and scatter out to sea.
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