BY THE SEA

When it gets rough,

choppy like the spray

of someone else’s sea,

the silt of sand scratching

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your finger tips,

grow like the blooms do.

Ignore the pull, embrace

the up.

Climb a branch

and imitate a star,

glowing in an ocean

of velvet darkness.