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| Middle Gulf Beach |
Haiku
Strong surf running wild
shells congregated masses
sun beaming brightly.
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| Black-bellied plover |
A spontaneous poem after walking the shoreline.
The ancients are calling
Grains of sand carried far
from their original home
A shell has made a journey
A thousand shells a migration
A million shells an invasion
Our world interconnected
Touch the sand, the shell,
touched by the ancestors
All the ones who came before
Same sun
Same surf
Same destined world.
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