Night Delivery


Dream wisps linger
and dissolve in first light,
the fog of in-between
symbol and form
leaving remnants
like a night tide delivering
shells of the unconscious
closed, cracked, just barely
hingeing open,
each a discovery
or part of a sea story
washing me home.


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