BY THE SEA

  When it gets rough,

  choppy like the spray

  of someone else’s sea,

  the silt of sand scratching

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  your finger tips,

  grow like the blooms do.

  Ignore the pull, embrace

  the up.

  Climb a branch

  and imitate a star,

  glowing in an ocean

  of velvet darkness.