bluest blue

the water sticks to the sand
creating a silver mirror
that reflects the foamy Pacific
and the tiny shell shards struggling back
out to sea

i know nothing about love

i am glued up against the coast
afraid of walking too far-
terrified i might float out
amongst the old sea shells

i wish i could shed my shell-
destroy it
in a tidal wave
lose these two legs
and sink

down to the bottom
where things are still

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