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By Chad M. Horn

she scribbles in sand with orange feather
belly-sprawled like an exhausted swimmer
or beached mermaid. Such poetic weather

sonnet moon controlled the tide. A shimmer
of sweat-beads sparked ethereal glimmer
and highlighted elongated lashes

sand-steam arose, (helped her hot words simmer)
as south-of-her-ankles a wave crashes
encroaching upon her dots-and-dashes

yet she continues to scribble unphased
knowing full-well that those creeping splashes
shall soon unword any sequence she phrased