Docked

Heavy air laced with brine and sand

teased my senses

seventy-five miles from the sea this morning.

And maybe I am not religious

but I wish I was baptized in a tidal pool.

Gliding with sea stars and

sea urchins. Choking and floating

on the salinity of the ocean.

I wished, this morning.

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