The sun shafts the shore
Parched tongues of cracked-clay
Plead in sibilant whisper:
“Lil’ moisture nah…
Lil’ moisture nah…”
In cruel tease the ocean tosses a wave
And a shoal of silver fish that flail
In the heat of living as the sea
With sleight of magician’s hand
Leaves them stranded.
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