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Anonymous*

There was the in-out pulse
of the water, my body
resisting
not ready for the heartbeat
tide to press me into its rhythm
But you—my fearless girl—
ran into the pounding, dove
headfirst, your hair a ribbon
banner following behind

then were the minutes of sun-glazed,
salt-smoothed rest, among the
bobbing heads and curling foam
contented to wait for you to

Resurface
Smiling, dripping
from your eyelashes and your lips
“Come,” you said, but I was
afraid to place myself in the hardened relentless
hands of that which is so much more
powerful than myself.

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