The surge has increased her urgency
Evening wind moves the waves inland
The temptress is rising as the tide rolls in
Anemones stretch their tentacles in anticipation
The sea hollers her enchantment so loudly the bagpipe sounds like a lullaby Drowned out by spume
The gentle tug of the moon tips the water-bowl
Splashing icy spray over my naked feet
There is no mop big enough
Tomorrow morning I will be able to walk across the sandbank again
For tonight I watch the moon rising
Feet in freezing brine
An owl hoots
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