How She Rose

 I remember how she rose
with nothing on but water . . .
—Mark Irwin, "Domnica"

each tide
an argosy of droplets
in rapturous alliance
storming sand
tracing topography
of spellbound sea stones
licked clean
in search of gold

sand yields to water
water to stone

stone
in time
to water

at ebbing always
scattered droplets
linger

linger

 
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