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Breakers at high tide shoot |
spray over the jetty boulders |
that collects in shallow chips, depressions, |
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evening the surface to run-off level: |
of these possible worlds of held water, |
most can't outlast the interim tideless |
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drought, so are clear, sterile, encased with |
salt: one in particular, though, a hole, |
providing depth with little surface, |
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keeps water through the hottest day: |
a slime of green algae extends into that |
tiny sea, and animals tiny enough to be in a |
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world there breed and dart and breathe and |
die: so we are here in this plant-created oxygen, |
drinking this sweet rain, consuming this green. |