Cats sniff morning street
Empty alleys, walls share no secrets
A Ghost beach: we its first children
A dog wags to greet us
Assures us the water’s warm
Always another wave
Orange disc lights sky purple
Shine once more, ancient stone Kasbah
Old contra new, our clumsy distinctions
Crest of wave will find its shore,
So too, I wash in blue surf.
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