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by Aidan Andrew Dun

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On tiptoe
a stern-wave
in arch’s
concave

Plays spume
round heels
as a sea-horse
wheels.

Foam-skirts
fly, swerve as
sprays glance foot’s
proud curve

Heat, distance
glaze these eyes
burned with fire
from sunrise.

Where-to bound
she can’t say
a thin blue line
a city of clay

Fantasia
on the horizon
through haze
her reed-island

City-state
of yesterday:
another turquoise
wall of spray.

Waves spring
soft pillows
cushioning feet:
mini-billows.

Jet-skier
in aquamarine
Venus-from-the-Ocean
deep’s queen

See me, dolphin
by your side
sea-gliding along
for the ride.



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