The Riptide

The riptide pulls people out to sea. It stretches invisible like a glass canvas under the surface of the ocean between shores
lost between loves
no shore that begins nor shore that ends, carried fast adrift in the way that shadows slanting across the land explain the lives of birds.
The water moves with hidden signs I want to understand. Whenever I stand my feet are pulled further out to sea until the riptide changes the depths of life.
When I gaze down the years scatter underfoot, then carom into shadow, carried away.
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