A Piece of Land

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    Was I the last one waiting? Epochs passed,
    tides tossed the island twice each day, sometimes
    a lazy shushing, sometimes violent—then
    tides would frighten me, count-down clocks striking

    Then, a little interlude of pure joy, amnesiac,
    so human—then hail, rain, wind, the flailing trees

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