The Sea

The sea is nearly silent around me.

A faint skitter of fiddler-crabs upon the sand connects
to a murmur of the night-wind in the palm trees behind me.

My lover tide is making low complaints like the ache of earth
caressing and bitter against an expectant land.

I keep half-awake the anguished spirit of self-love,
to half-lull it with a soothing song to ease the embers from the brand.

The moment pales—a broken trail of sparks on water in the east,
a splash of crimson paint so frail it cannot last.

It leaves like a night to a brand-new day.

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