SHORE

The Sea shouts
And gulls spill laughter
In a wide sky.

Ships stood guard
On a ragged horizon
And the waves brought brisk tidings
To you,
There on the dizzy shingle.

The Sea drew breath
Fron a clean shore
And the Future shone at your feet
- Sometimes there is magic
There,
        Where
The wet sand smiles.


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