Crowded Absence

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Watch the waves

break, splash blue,

still.

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Snow lightly

dusting, Sandbridge,

Virginia,

unlikely amount

of accumulation,

and I

stand in the

middle keeping

water from water

as white sand

swirls softly

into oncoming

waves.

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So I,

meander

onto this

occurrence,

where water

meets water

and I

close my

eyes.

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No vision,

just sound.

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The slow bounce

of a flake.

The harsh throat

of a wave

swallowing

it whole.

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