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About This Poem
Ninety Mile Beach
Rivers running into a moonlight
Away from the land
And into the sea;
Coming together
And swallowed by ocean
Washing the dunes
That are rushing at me.
Tracing the sand with patterns of water
Written for moments
In seaweed and shells...
White foam erasing
The Master's designing
And starting again
With mile away swells.
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