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Gradual

Gradual

the granules

add up

over time

and beaches form

and the granules

they stick

to the bottom

of your bare sole

and you trek

from pier to pier

and turn the faucet full

and spray away

bags of brown sugar

packed

and through the deluge

 a few specks

make it

in

tucked between

a toe or two

and find the floor

and get swept away

out the door

into the day

and another bare sole

happens by

and somehow

there’s a sift

a siren’s call

and the grains that were

are no more

swallowed up

they were

and tossed about

and over time

a bed is made

and the sea sleeps

and dreams

of a new shell

a perfect conch

and the sand dollars drift

and the crabs fight to keep their shields

the coral porous

a watercolor wall

against a mirrored moon

there a Milky Way

to bathe in

the wind a towel

and the ocean

combs the seaweed strands

and shaves the foam

from the face

clean and bright

full of light

and at the edge

another toe

takes a dip

a granule sift

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery