Roker beach

Powered by the moon

the sea loops, waves

seamlessly dull the edge

that piece of glass

everyone has at heart,

of being separate.

The way you or I remember

it really doesn’t matter.

Past the bandstand

Primordial waves erode and lift

the stones we walked on

tears and mist.

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