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Dead Starfish

Dead Starfish

washed up

on the beach
high tide’s brief wasting
a minute more, a minute less
the beach holds
sand secrets

to take or to give
back and forth we go

but time does not wait
as the last wave recedes
the next plunges forth
and wipes the slate
pebble and foam completely


(Previously published in The Oracular Tree, June 2003)

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Seize the day! I love the image you capture and its meaningfulness. F