Sea Glass
The ocean's crescent breast, pulsing
Forms curves, caress starless nights
lost in perfect motion, rolling
The tide moves in, sways,
flows gently across my hand
pools, circling, swirling
in my palm
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005
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