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Friday, July 16, 2004

Poem - Merely Wet

There is something
between us,
the line on the beach
between the saturated
and the merely wet.

let go of your hand,
shirt in the dry sand,
dive in.

You watch
from the other side of that

The tops of your toes are
still dry.

Out of the water,
sand between my toes
I find you guarding that line.

I hold you, I dry myself
on you.
And I laugh at you,
just merely wet.

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