(1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Tides Moved In And Out

Standing by the sea,
Moving out.
In-between your,
Toes.

Flowing from I know not where,
Thick white foam.
Upon my broken heart,
The water rose.

Lower than a lover still,
And flower's covered.
Covered over,
Wet and I sat still.

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We cannot stop or change the tide, but we can change what we do with our own lives. Thanks, James. (Also thanks for your encouraging words yesterday.)