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What I Took From The Tideline

What I Took From The Tideline

A cockle hinge,
a two-faced rock,
speckled stones,
bisected mussel shells
shadowing the sky,
sand-sculpted shell pieces
so sea-softened
they might have been bisque.
One,
I swear,
in the shape of a wing.
One,
a set of lungs -reminding me
of the miracle of breathing.
One,
a spoon, then there was
One,
a bowl.
One
cupping the sand
as if to sip.
I raised my lips to it
at the dinner table of the gulls.

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