Topsail Beach, NC
The sea glitters walking west;
waves arch
green as cola glass --
making us wait - wait -- for
the break --
wasting foam shaken out
like crocheted lace for
our precious feet.
Salt air has no skin to stick
after a cold front --
But it still expands the ribs,
and fills the lungs
with its salty sister DNA --
A necessary exchange --
Like a forest freeing oxygen
from CO2 --
so that life may continue.
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Martha T. Terrell
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