between the sheets and salt
a fire reaches for the water
and a wave upswells like lips
parting, praying for rain
washing down upon the seastacks
steadily riding the crashing rhythm
glistening in the glow of a light,
a salty plume in flight, fleeing tides
escaping the gravity of the shore
coming, going, coming once more
mixing sun and moon,
salt and stone;
bones of the fire wed to water
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