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The Sea Begins
The sea begins
at word's edge.
Spray,
salt stung skies
The literal is illusion,
mostly, any terms meaning
awash in saline passions
that surge, then ebb
away: stick, stone,
cracked, crab shell--
below the literal
only a rare moon
can light the starscript,
the record of loss
scratched
into the sand's
slate
- Steve Conger
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