on a wave's crest...
hidden beneath the surfaces
of the troughs' swalling swales
to reappear
in randomly recurring swells...
rear a nosetip.....less...
an almost submerged shadow....a suggestion...
to be
gone...
again
.... flotsam of the jettisoned..
recreated,
barnacled, bloodless...
water-logged....
pulsing...
new.......achingly new....
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