This poem uses my NEW Form => Criss-Cross - Pivot => see details in my Blog and Contest description => Criss-Cross - Pivot Blog https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/blogs/new_poetry_form_-_the_criss-cross_pivot-45140
.Bare Feet Cold . morning stills . the first light . salt breath on lips . horizon unfolds . hands letting go . anchor raised . sails catching wind . harbor growing small . pulse quickening . fortune calling . we're on our way . ON THE TIDE . sky closing . canvas straining . throat tightening . sails shredding . anchor dragging . hope ebbing fast . shore receding . winds howling . rigging screaming . light fading fast . sea salt stings eyes .Tide has Ebbed out
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