dawn needs no light
across an expanse
grey with the creature
oceanic pushing air

I like your yes your
eyes with brown skin
and the play of
flowers at night

food is concerned with us
ocean wants to kiss
play-writing astride
a seagull went by now

over the pound & gram
for science and wit
esoteric as long as
it moves this foot

toward your allegiance
it will last for decades
neither one will see
it arrive on waves /

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