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Walking, and the wind skimming
swallow-low at my ankles

peeled away the smoking sand.
Furled in gusts of mineral light

like braided, cat-stroked grass
it played around my feet

in currents of palest bone, a ghost sea
through whose lures I waded

to a parched, hair-thin tune.
The surf soughed as the beach

streamed out of its body
just ahead of each step

leaving a swept floor gilded
with the barest chime of grains.

Almost-words, whose powdery,
moth wing script lifted

singing seaward as I followed
their ephemeral drift,

a palimpsest inked and erased
under the salt air’s aurora.