no wind, yet the sea moves
on slow long breathes in and out;
respiring a sweeping rush of shore pebbles.
folding waters cause an occasional boom on the shore.
the near full moon reflecting
white sparkles in the sea
throws scattered far reaching points of light,
in the nearly-still envelope of
evening.
how you do it swell.
evening, you're a sweet song
i know you mean well,
i can tell by how you've done.
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