An ocean like a garment

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What beckons when we gaze
is the cross-stitching
of wind and wave, an ocean
like a garment we could wear.

What waves when we beckon
is not there, gone already
but setting sun-soothing
into stitching us.

What garments when we set
our backs against that moment
wears us like a gaze
too fleet for our response.

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