Sand
and water
on my feet
tide going out
coming in again
as I walk a shell line
or wade in knee deep
caught in a clouded sky
between heaven and earth
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dVerse prompt on place. I think the beach will always be my place.
Diani Beach
Sand
and water
on my feet
tide going out
coming in again
as I walk a shell line
or wade in knee deep
caught in a clouded sky
between heaven and earth
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dVerse prompt on place. I think the beach will always be my place.
wordshophop 
the shape of your ‘concrete’ poem so indicative of the in/out tidemark
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that’s what I thought too, Laura ❤
This is a lovely write, Jane!
Sincerely,
David
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I saw the shape emerging and went with it.
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Love the shape… it really raises
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The beach is my place too ~ cheers to us.
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Such a wonderful liminal space to inhabit!
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