Imprints

We went to the beach when the moon
hung low and large over the crashing
black and foam and we bared our legs
and ran across the wet solid sand,
revealed and blind and jubilant.
Starfish were clustered on the rocks
below and I imagined them to be
purple in the moonlight. As we waded
in to our hips, we left trails of glowing
where our fingers and bodies had been,
like comet tails soaring across the dark sky,
like the dark sky that met the dark water,
separated only by a roar of sound and our shrieks.
We were barely strangers and barely friends
but when we looked back behind us, there were
tangled lines, the curve of our feet imprinted
in the sand over and over again.


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