the sandpipers with their short legs
flee each time a wave comes in
then hurry back after
the receding water
pecking at the bits
of Life
the water uncovers
survival always in this in and out
no fair or unfair
no good or bad
just this perpetual
ritual
that allows them to feed
running from the waves
only to pursue them a
moment later
the in and out of it
the hot and cold
stormy seas or calm
like being what it is
and has always been
the need to feed
to not get dragged
into the depths in
the process
sandpipers with tiny legs and long beaks
running away and then back
pecking at the editable things
I cannot see
but sometimes this is
all there is
all we can expect
to feed and not get sucked in
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