When Tides Recede
You remember dreaming it could never leave,
a rallying Spring before Summer, breathing
fistfuls of swelling tide, flooding two chests,
breaking dams to overflow your swooning head,
two battling pounding rib-caged fighters
unbridled dun clouds and days dawned brighter.
So gracefully you surfed lithe, barreled skies,
rode unleashed breakers, topped gravity,
that no autumn could usher in winter weeds,
and denied darkening days might bring grief,
yet here you survey dry expansive sands,
his receding tides lay bare your desert lands.
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