Shore
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Poems About Love
Today, I’m the ocean
lapping your feet,
swathing your back’s narrow,
lave the tender bends of your legs.
I would swallow you whole
but you shouldn’t know;
I’m already dreaming your fate
as the wind hoists us like kites
over endless scattered passage,
only to ground again when
we’ve concluded the other.
Tomorrow you could be the ocean;
but we return to droplets always,
falling perpetually toward nothing
at all,
or a pedestrian end —
a windshield, for instance,
a shingle over a suburban home,
the concrete face of a placeless lot,
or the hollow of a trampled can.
Today, you’re
the shore.
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