The tide was out at sunset
The residue was quiescent afterglow
The ocean didn't ripple
The winds didn't blow
It was a time after the crescendo
I hadn't been here for that
But the star fish at my feet
Half submerged clutched the sandy wet shore
still
I wondered if this muscle machine was now relaxed
I know its flesh was blanketed in the
Twilight purple sunset
I wanted to ask what it feels like
To live between the rise and the subside
The sun dropped beyond the horizon
And I could see the last dregs of blue sky
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