Wading
She stands - wading through puddles
like small islands encircled in glass
The tide has long gone...
returned to tired hermit crabs...
and rested clams in the shallows...
Sal-try streams and rivers calm...
lay in wait for random raindrops...
to fall from clouds exiled...
She stands wading in puddles...
feet gently bathe her silky skin...
With arms outstretched she beckons the rains...
lifts her bright emerald eyes to the sea...
The tide has long gone...
She stands - wading in puddles...
like small islands encased in glass
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