Evaporating

I’ve howled at the moon
Rising and shining and twirling
A pale dancer on a dark stage
I’ve embraced the swoon.

I ingested the bay
Travelling many miles
To drink its Atlantic mother,
To live the crash and sway

I belong in the sand,
In the violence and beauty
And severity of her coiled arms
And crested hands.

Am I dying of drought
The rain weeps
In ocean fragments
They runoff devout

And they’ll make it home before me.

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