night moonless stars

shining waves whisper

singing softly to

silent Sand



head flippers dome

memory guides you

heavy with eggs toward

your own Sand



you know this place

and dig burying

nearly yourself in

the white Sand



you cry do i

see you dreaming of

the babe abandoned

in cold Sand



or are you just

tearing removing

with sea from your rep

tiles eye Sand



struggle slowly

seaward say you prayer

to god of sea or

ancient Sand



or do you only

smell the air?
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