From Beyond

From Beyond

Beyond dusk,
I walk the shoreline,
camera and tripod
over my shoulder.

Beyond the horizon,
sunrays reach for a sailboat mast,
to reach for beach glass
in the water at my feet.

A last parting gift,
or so I think.

Glass in pocket,
I climb the slope from shore,
reaching the crest
to discover the moon,
rising beyond the trees.

A true parting gift.

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