Turquoise Place
Oh the tangerine
at Turquoise Place.
God’s majesty leaping
out of the water’s depths
or plunging its hues
at sunset. Its vibrations
both calm and cajole.
The half-moon host
is small compared
to the orange outburst.
Little or not,
God uses all,
even and especially,
the wheels on the beach.
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