Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Tide pools at Haruta-Hama

  I like to jog down to where the long waves try to drag the island into the sea,
      pretend that this is the edge of the universe.
  But every time I look down,
      trying to dodge mollusks and hermit crabs,
  I am greeted by a myriad of miniture worlds:
      Born when the tide goes out. . .
      Released into the ocean when the tide comes in. . .
      Many the size of a tea cup.


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