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title: The sea and the beach
id: the-sea_the-beach
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
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| Waiting for a reading to start
| when there's nobody coming anyway
| is like waiting [for the tide][]
| to make some meaning of the beach.
| The sea doesn't know or care
| what the beach even is, let alone
| its cares or its troubles, its
| little nagging under-the-skin annoyances
| [that make the beach the beach][].
| Sandworms, for example, or those crabs
| with big pincers on one side
| but not the other. Those really get
| the beach's gander up, but the sea
| doesn't care. The sea
| only wants to [caress][] the beach
| with its [soft arms][], to tell the beach
| how much it's loved by the sea,
| that complex of water, salt, and
| the moon's gravity, the mercury
| rising up and down slowly, like a [yawn][].
| The sea only cares about itself.
| The beach lays there and takes it.
[for the tide]: cold-wind.html
[that make the beach the beach]: real-writer.html
[caress]: plant.html
[soft arms]: something-simple.html
[yawn]: serengeti.html
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