Wednesday, May 4, 2016


by Ed Higgins

Eased by this rising moon,
the tide’s darkening stain surges
onto wet waiting sand. Thrust inward
toward the yielding reluctant shore.

Tentative, at first, this receding/inflowing
discourse of wave, sand, and cleft-split rock.

The ambiguous edge barely perceptible
now against the sea’s widening urge.

The surf out there like a quickened pulse
to the heart.

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