Sweeping in, crusading up the rocks
twice daily washing in and washing away
many things meet in tidal waters
life burgeons, death waits the trapped
tides take the lands edge in sweet embrace
then leave like a lover spurned
ebb and flow, ebb and flow, there and back

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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