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Pat Lowery Collins
Author, Poet, Painter
From Here
Suddenly children
scuttling the rocks
like ants in coats and hats
or bright pebbles bouncing
upon icy sand crusts.
Darker coats bend
over tide pools,
the teaching voices
blown to sea.
Gloved hands
pull down woolen hats
or slip fingers from mittens
to pass over the spines
of sea urchins
and startle
the tongues of barnacles
or to crumble sand dollars
for the stars inside.
On another beach
the children are, even now,
finding the broken pieces.
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