Photo by my late son Scott Tucker
Midnight Tide
Midnight
Steps upon the dunes.
Dark skirts along the beach
Reaching for a wave.
Sprays of ocean mist
Taste the waiting
Shadows.
The beach
Listens to the
Sibilant whispers
Of a long, cool breeze.
Scattered specs of coral
Slip through
Tangled hairs of grass.
Midnight
Gathers in swells.
Echos of mirth sweep
Starfish
Into the surf.
Shells hug the shore
Like lonely widows.
Widows
In dream sleep,
Imagining
How the sun might trace
Their spiral lines,
Their minds
Curled up inside
Waiting…
To be taken
By the next
Midnight tide.
Poetry on Wings 
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