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Tides
Sparkling shimmering brightened by sun
waves encroaching, receding as one
revealing a flash of color not meant
to be there by waveform or ocean’s intent
tumbling among obsidian’s ocher dust
for tens if not hundreds of years to adjust
without warning or purpose of telling their story
lie shimmering in wave-worn flashes of glory
polished in water smoothed by sand
frosted translucent rubbed by the hand
of time and weather with gentle affection
producing a glass gem by natural selection
buried in darkness beneath crashing thunder
the sea hides secrets below waves and under
heavy wet sand where the silence not shared
with surface of water upon sand bars bared
to mark the orbits of passing starlight
over distances unimaginable might
subtle to sculpt the rising tide
along night beaches as slipping waves ride
locked in place and stored deep
some treasures the ocean chooses to keep
one day perhaps release another gem
waxing moon, the seas and tides decide when
Copyright ©
Joe Brazeau
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