As the cotton candy skies rise
Over the lake
Sand dune barriers are pushing
Upward and outward
In the wind
Around the brush
Through the errant branches
Exposing tree trunks recently spewed out
By the reckless water
Smoothing out, roughing out
Reformulating layers of cells
Redesigning what seemed
Steady and unchangeable
Dashing upon the shoreline with pixie
playfulness
Crashing on the rocks
While in the solitude
A
blackbird is grasping tight, holding tight
Clutching on to the tip
Of a youthful arbor vitae
As the sails glide by,
Pulled and dragged
By an impish air current
As the surfer floats and gleams and beams
With a beautiful, bellowing gasp of breath
For the first ray of the morning.
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