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Christina Finch

Dawn’s Apologies

Dawn’s wet calmness ambles over the sand
Cool, composed water greets me, takes my hand.
Still waking up, barely reaching my toes
What each day brings, mysteries no one knows.

Midday’s harsh anger, impatient, attack
Sensing great power, I run, scurry back.
Lashing, straining, venturing to grab me
If the ocean did catch me, who would see?

Night’s retreat, deemed quiet, shameful, withdrawn
Dark, shy, timorous, awaiting the dawn.
Tickling my feet, acting bubbly and fun
Pretend, fake sorrow, for what it has done.

Stay here or go, what possibilities.
Home, I turn, from worthless apologies.

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