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Wading the Sun
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The sun is wondering
if it should dive into the sea
while two wanderers still play
on the edges of the dark
beckoning it to stay
just a little longer.
For just a short distance away
the bright gold lingers
in the shallows
where they could tiptoe
into the iridescent rippling.
The shimmering surges
on the margins
where the waves have lost their energy
and the tide is a glassy placid.
I am wondering
like the sun
if it is time to set
or if I should wade into the rippling light.
Author’s Note: Inspired by a photo on flickr.com commons:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/152286705@N03/52089762464/in/explore-2022-05-22/
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Written 5-23-22
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