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Pat Lowery Collins
Author, Poet, Painter
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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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