The sun jewels
The sand.
I lie
In a blue and white
Montage
Of foaming sky:
Illusion of
Bird and wind
Out of the moment’s
Destiny;
Lights from somewhere
Snapping and weaving
Wet beads;
Surf churning black
Specks; and
Sand crabs
Nicking
The air . . .
The Sun Jewels
Poem
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