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In a Hollow Between Waves
Thinking of you,
of a time before the blood of grapes
in tides of red
erodes the tombolo of us.
Wondering if the past in future
flowing over like a disordered rogue wave
deposits swashmarks
in the sand of me.
Discovering when the tide is ebbed
treasure between the flotsam and jetsam,
scavenged and put away for the designer's use
in a landscape made new.
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