There are times
when a high tide
knocks me off my feet
and there isn’t much left
but bits of sand in my hair
when I’m riding the waves
my heart races
and flies like the dark wings
of a raven into the wind
but only higher
and as the curve
begins to engulf me
I sink into the water
and love surrounds me
like water and salt

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