Round Trip

        
Swept out by rip currents
as out of reach as a new moon,
still nearer your rescue
than to your drowning.

The tide rolls back into
familiar footing
and you unsinkable where
dim moonlight and wind dry your hair.

Hail! Hail!
Sand sliver rising to its horizon!
Let’s do that again why don’t we,
you and I.     
        
        


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