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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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