fell from an orange, littoral sky;
depleted hands, full of tangled questions
raced to collect them in hungry handfuls,
too quick to shove them in and swallow
down in these guarded catacombs
before reading what they were.
Now too full,
yet far from sated, coerced by
small feet tripping up sandy steps
running giggles chase lazy, salted zigzags,
palms open, grit slips through fingers,
too lovely to resist; growing smiles
watch as the ocean laps us up.
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