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Moon tide

When at night green seas touch the moon

pulling toward the shore, shiny creatures crawl the sands

in shells of watery homes, soon to drift away

swaying seaweed clings to metal rings of wooden boats and oars

Moon tides, ever pushing, pulling

transient sandy shores, and sings the light to follow

worlds emerge from dark of night, water filling up

the hollows

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