From the days of girl scout meetings
I've had nightmares of flooded over
roads washing me out to sea. “Join me,"
it says, “let me sweep you out, dance
with me.”
I'm fine investigating, peering
out over the expansion, the reclaimed
land, the water, now surging forward.
I'm fine until I look down at the new
boundary. Toes to ocean over grass
instead of sand. That's when my stomach
and mind leap toward the clouds.
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