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Living Giants

Even with the strength of the moon
Dragging it, grudgingly, toward me
I’d never felt so small against the ocean
As on a steep slope, slanting westward,
Over swells of ancient land smeared
With miniature conifers blowing
Like green sand at my feet.
Posted 08/03/13
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