Morning Night
This morning you are sand
Shaped by the lapping light;
One eyelid open, an oyster resting
In a new home after the stormy
Wetness of the previous night.
This morning you are sand
Shaped by the lapping light;
One eyelid open, an oyster resting
In a new home after the stormy
Wetness of the previous night.
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