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Observing the Tide
I am captivated by the ever-rushing tide
Small, distant tsunamis raping the beach,
Granting the tiny sand crabs a free ride
From way beyond the frothing surf’s reach
Causing the terns to flutter and screech.
They tell me it ebbs and flows with the moon
Shifting back and forth, this rocking motion,
Tiny shells along the sandy beach are strewn
Noisy seagulls emitting a raucous commotion
The aquarium ocean in constant locomotion
Sometimes it creeps up to an exposed tush
Or swooshes through a hole in the stratum
Sounding like a steam kettle, or a loud whoosh
Leave it to the oceanographers at N. Chatham,
Constantly up-dating oceanographic datum.
HONORABLE MENTION
"Summer Sea in Your Window" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 14, 2022
written February 5, 2022
submitted to Poetry.com 2/8/22
FEATURED IN POETRY.COM COLLECTION
February, 2022
Copyright ©
L Milton Hankins
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