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Sea Changes

Who can know
the point of change,
when tide shifts
from ebb to flow?
Currents slow, then still
then shift in new direction.

That point of indecision,
of suspense –
Do the sands notice?
In the far away tidepool,
do creatures sense
a hint of cooling waters?
Does the starfish
stranded on the sun dried rock
feel hope tingle
in its drying arms?

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