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We Ask Too Much Of The Ocean
Betsy Holleman Burke
Heal us we beg We walk the morning beach
city layers intact wet sand beneath our feet
inhale the salt air the warm breath of wind
Scour our brains remove old barnacles
launder our sorrows
burnish us bright as sun diamonds
Heal us we plead We float toes up face to the sky
lifted on your gentle waves enclosed
in your amniotic fluid ears stopped with water
sound retreats old voices stilled no up
no down safe in your caress cleansed of thought
a small dot on an infinite expanse
Heal us we beseech We rest on warm sand
watch blue crabs scuttle from sandpipers
a trinity of pelicans dive for minnows
an egret fishes far from his marsh home
children swoop chase a flock of laughing gulls
a tide of sand dollars washes ashore
followed by a thick blanket of starfish
Photo Taken by Henry Brown
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