In Puddling Sea

Standing alone in puddling sea
of low tide between the vast
retreat and dry shore, the moon
glistens where barnacles are

close-mouthed and pink bellies
of little crabs are turned skyward
in surrender – unmoving.
I place my feet slowly in each

remaining ocean, small wishes
these as I walk upon all the
morning’s moons before they are
swept out to sea.

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