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Where our shore glimmers as waves overspill
my body wakes plunged in a morning swim
after sunrise removed the water’s chill.
Like a jogger through pouring rain, I will
tread water cold or not from limb to limb
when our shore glimmers as waves overspill.
Neighboring banks remain unclear until
haze is unraveled from the horizon’s rim
after sunrise removes the water’s chill.
A supertanker lumbers through the still
flotsam. I breaststroke to its wake with vim
when our shore glimmers as waves overspill.
An old buoy rides flourished waves and krill
as trade winds hum in praise their daily hymn
after sunrise removes the water’s chill . . .
and then, our village crew toils with goodwill
to clean up sand and cowries’ oily film,
our shore now slickened where waves overspill
after sunrise removes the water’s chill.
