From Here

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Suddenly children

scuttling the rocks

like ants in coats and hats

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or bright pebbles bouncing

upon icy sand crusts.

Darker coats bend

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over tide pools,

the teaching voices

blown to sea.

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Gloved hands

pull down woolen hats

or slip fingers from mittens

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to pass over the spines

of sea urchins  

and startle

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the tongues of barnacles

or to crumble sand dollars

for the stars inside.

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On another beach

the children are, even now,

finding the broken pieces.

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