Reaching Shore

A man swings his arm into his wetsuit,
a girl walks a dog, and smiles.
A couple holds hands,
child prancing behind.
A mother holds hands with her daughter.

It is an array

A ray of sun
between waves.
Water crashes back down
running into crevices and
across brown rocks.

We are shining faces
in a spray.


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