Molly

The gulls are bright and quick, taking high to the sky. 

This great, long band of sugary earth,

The broad, splashing meadow of water –

They make of us very small things, you and I.

We pause, sun-blinded, for a moment lost.

Heedless of our bewilderment, the tide unfolds on the sand,

Tossing up shells of pink and strands of kale green.

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Then you call out to me to come and play,

Two pale hands making a steeple over your green eyes.

And because you are older and wiser

And more knitted to the world by the magic of hours,

And because I know you will not lead me too far away,

I come along to join you.

One hot, crunchy step at a time, we close the gap.

Warm fingers curl together and another adventure begins.

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