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midnight stroll

soft tiny grains roll across the tops
of my dragging feet
plowing rows with my toes,
startled little watchers scurry into
their homes
a salty breeze caresses my body,
dances with my hair

the sand becomes hard and moist
waves rush up to grab at me
playfully stirring the sand beneath my
arches as they flee
whispering mysteries in a rythmic voice
telling moonlight to glide across the tops of
swollen memories
to kiss my face