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Ebb Tide

by Edward Ahern

Sometimes my low tides drop me
onto rocks and sharp edges.
coated with the seaweed rot
of decomposing failures
and littered with the broken shells
of promises unkept.
But in time, always,
the flood tide surges
washing clean my feet
and carrying me onward.

Copyright © 2016 by Edward Ahern

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