refuge bay

where the displaced wriggle restless

like waves landing the carpet sea,

pasts strand in shimmers of the moonlit

tint of the night’s nest of sleeping hair

but by day, they lay the same 

dust colors wan skin to shade the sun,

bodies slip back in, lapped up 

by the canine tongue of the tide

two babies gather shoes, giggling 

as they pile them into play houses

half expecting to be told off 

and finding sardine dried smiles, 

they continue entertaining death

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