There’s an ocean a few feet away
and I can’t quite figure
the dimensions of waves
as they crash
and all the ways foam makes me tingle
but I like the patterns
that hover a moment
like snapshots before fading away
like when my children were small
but that was years ago now
which is strange
because I don’t feel different
until I see my reflection
which I can’t in the ocean
since it moves too swiftly
like time like children like waves.
The Word Rummager 
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