In the shadow moon

We shall not have the sea,
nor shadow fish;
we breathe it deep in its
black, lulling waves,
dune grass cold and closer;
sun blooms the
wind, sand grains blowing in
their secret selves;
islands of winter soon, the sea
sleeping alone in
the shadow moon—deep, in
its black bones,
waves lull in their drips and
currents; yet both
shall arise again in the sky cloud
breath of spring.

In the shadow moon

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