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Aug 2018
Low tide,
at morning’s first light,
gently washing
sea jewels clean.

Fibonacci spirals,
surf waves in to shore,
giving proof
of masterful perfection.

Foaming surf,
hushed by dawn’s calming hand,
offers up its treasure
of scallops, whelks, and conchs.

My seaside beach,
awash in earth’s riches,
misty and serene awaits,
as dawn’s stars fall from the heavens.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp
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Vicki Kralapp  Green Bay
(Green Bay)   
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