And the waves come up cold
From the north, salt water
Coming in icy
From the swell off the boats.
I want to say she does not see me here
Picking my way across the
Sand bar home,
But her captain smirks at my wet feet
When the tide chased my heels
Towards the dock
The same as
He did when I told him
Where I wAs going this afternoon.
These treasures that I would bring
Home to you
To form the housing to protect
Our hearts
Are made brittle by the ice forming
At the edges.
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