empty the ocean 'cause
sandbars are coming,
as echoes
slimy rocks expose
their slippery touch, as
lonely friends
furnace-stocked sun
uncovers razor fish
clams and crabs,
drying out forever
seagull territory, their
white-splotched shore
and erk…erk cries
wind and soaring
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