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how much
of life do you
want to let in?
sitting on a stony
shore, rough sand,
the Salish sea seeps
up through porous
beach, round rocks,
grains so coarse
my ass gets soaked
even before the rising
tide reaches my toes
and so it goes
with the world
out your window
—no matter how
much you'd like
to keep it at bay
it gets you in the
end as you look
the wrong way
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