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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