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as coral reaches forth
from the froth of the sea
I lift look lazy upon my handwhat long lines and veins delineate my hand
what tall superstitious creations
calm from the origin of the palmI lift look lazy upon my hand
reaching a rose budding a beginning
gripping fins and fishies infantile
opening a waterful wonderful constellationthe sun setting horizon
arising red ripples
peaked in pointillistic multitudessilhouettes of little ones racing the Atlantic laps
chasing waves in the barefoot
baby fingers scratching
grand hand written hearts
into the beachy shorerising vines of life
brief brisk incantations
challenging the ocean to glide graciously eraseably
wipe away these hand shaped
selves of stroked love1994
