The Bay pulses
like that of
a Resting Heart,
this morning.
High tide early I supposed
the skies grey
blending five shades lighter
with the beating heart of
this town;
this town on Water's edge.
No waves,
no caps of White
No swells of movement at all
to Suggest the Life below.
Only the slow Rhythmic
Beat of the Aqueous heart.
As I ride its belly, busily on my way.
How I long to linger here
by her side
and Absorb her Rhythm of Peace.
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