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At the Edge
Mist blends
sea and sky
into a dream-trance.
I lie by water's edge,
cleaving to wet sand,
stranded between two worlds.
A cold far power
pulls and tilts
the rolling restless
strength of waves
towards the beach,
flattens
into collapse,
spreads to thin.
Fingers of foam
cling to bare skin,
leave salt lines.
I long
for gills, scales, fins,
and the easy grace
to swim
into and down
green, cool, quiet
of the sea.
~Dawn Bruce
Dawn Bruce lives in Sydney, is widely published throughout Australia in literary magazines, journals, newspapers and anthologies and has just begun to be published on the Internet. Email.
© 2001 by Dawn Bruce. All Rights Reserved.
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