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  • Todd Wooten

A Failed Descent

baffled by this vacant beach

the trail of broken shells will lead

to where the bloody footprints stop

wounds are healed with salty stings

ponder folklore 'neath the water

sharks and pirate ships will teem

repulsed to dock again at harbor

giddy need to dive submerged

wrestles the impulse to breath

startle me! spit on my shadow

grip my gritty, sandy arm

swing me round, yell out curses

greet me with an open palm

paddle back towards the shoreline

lungs will burn from ocean gulps

waves crest white capped with rejection

wrinkled form dashed on the dunes

'neath the seagulls choking call

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