22 November 2021
The first time I walked
The beach with Miriam, it
Was wider, empty
No dog on paddle
Board, no throngs be-thonged strutting
By, pug with pink ball
Purple petal off
Lei washes up: scattering
Of ashes, wedding
Strange baby photos
The opposite of candid
Moses in rushes
Posed in small basket
Taken for a small profit
To be adopted
Later for wall or
Album, memento mori
Before the mori
But after memory
Of life’s short lease, ocean’s leash
How the making small
Makes us beautiful
As (not because) the water
Licks sea walls, installed
To stop the tide from
Taking land away from real-
tors, she dropped her guard
When she lay on floor
Sangha on her legs, gentle
Hands around ankles
Watch on left wrist, he
Fails to remember save as
Photo I search for
Not yet digitized
Another scattered object
Tiny crocs on beach
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