Lake Michigan looked like the ocean this evening. A strong east wind created a surf that
broke hard on the sandy shoreline.
The moon rose in a cloudless sky.
We walked down the shore,
heads bowed against the wind,
leaning in to each other to be heard.
I picked up smooth rocks
beige, purple, red, gray,
striped and aggregate
filling my pockets with bits of moon and sand.
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