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lost in the low tide

I’ve lost a step
but not a beat
the morning sun
reminds me so

where I’ve been
means less & less
than where I’ll be
when the new moon
rises in the east

believe you me
I believe in you
& when there’s
no more trace
it simply means
I’ve set out for sea





june two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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