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04/27/11 - (2)
The Same Space
Where, just a pre-Easter week ago, You and I witnessed, from our umbrellaed vantage, Giddy kids and their overbearing parents Commandeering the sand, the shore, and even the sea, Cacophonizing the whispers of the waves,
Today, this same space reclaims its identity, As we begin inching out, onto the sand bar, Until we reach a safe, accommodating wading depth, Where the grateful waves welcome us back, With their soothing music. We just listen.
04/27/11 - (2)
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