Washed up
John Clare Stokes
Sometime in the moonless night
They washed up
High tide bringing them in
Deposited beside
Yesterday’s sand castle
Now more a little mountain
range in resemblance
In the morning dawning
They seemed just sunning
but the dog knew better
The fiddler crab too
We could only surmise
Rip tides
Castaways
Lovers
It’s the mystery of the sea
They looked so happy.
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