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  • Sarah Van Arsdale

April 5, 2022

Updated: Apr 7, 2022

The sea’s a patient animal

glittering and oddly still out past

where the breakers heave and spill.

She’s a glossy-headed seal

the cap of her golden head

shimmering as the wet stones

scattered on the sand.

Hand over hand, she swims

through the tangled sea-stuff, the wing kelp

and the bladderwrack.

She swims out farther than I’d ever dare

to the plateau where it’s just the swells

until there’s nothing but her own breath,

the water-rhythm and the harsh blue glare.

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