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Tendril On The Sand

Sturdy rocks upon the shore,

Adorned with weed of the sea.

Verdant green and shaded browns,

A richly woven tapestry.

Ocean's gentle fingers,

Lift the tendril from the sand.

Silent suitor is the Sea,

Come to claim his lady's hand.

"Neath full light of midnight moon,

Dance for two begins.

"You follow as I lead."

Sea whispers to the Weed.

They move in perfect rhythm,

Step in perfect time.

Sway together gently.

They've lost all sense of time.

Midnight moon begins to wane,

Soon will come the sun.

Dancers in the moonlight,

Return from whence they've come.

Silent suitor is the Sea,

The Weed his lady grand.

One last final courtly bow.

Lays the tendril on the sand.

Susan Brackett

(Images taken at the Arundel Beach as well as Parsons Beach)

A flight of fancy inspired by the tide sweeping the seaweed off of dampened sand.

A singular fluid motion, like dancers entering into the waltz.

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