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[Lizzie]

This might just be my new favorite. I'm working on committing it to memory.

Beach Whispers

In the night wind astir
The pale dune grasses sing
"We are what we always whirr,
Food for ruminant thought,"
Soft, neither out of tune
Nor in it as their commotion
Mingles with the hiss
Of water falling all over
Itself to claim the sand.
Ears open and eyes shut
We barely understand
What they could be said to say
About the neap and spring
Of tides and even more
About how to uncover
The orders of all this:
The crown of the bright moon,
The fiefdom of the ocean,
The serfdom of the shore,
(Such dark politics) and,
Nightly feigning his role
Of deus absconditus, sole
Absentee landlord of it all,
Some otherwhere the sun
Reigns from his distant hall.

~John Hollander