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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Charles D. Tarlton


On The Sand

If I drowned here on Ocean Beach
In fierce notorious currents,
And my hair, my swollen blue eyes

Lay clutched by seaweed haptera
On the still-wet sand at the top
Of the swash, among drilled black stones

And the shells left by hungry gulls,
Children might use me in sandcastles
Dream me into their wet dungeons.

Hear the whispering waves.