In the still Hampton night
The sea glistens under a pregnant autumn moon
And a silver thread of beach
Stretches to the arc of the horizon
The sea heaves
And thrusts itself upon the shore
And breathes
Then retreats in a languid, bubbling hiss
With pearls of phosphorescent glow
In refrain, it breathes again
In and out
And returns once more
To whence it came
A short moment, a glimpse, an eternity
Coming and going
Without worry or care
To whence it came
And will go again

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