squeals of children
who stagger and roll
as if the ocean has entered within them
sets them tumbling into paradise
old bodies sit, stand, soak feet
at the edge
let waves and squeals
merge
into the first creatures
that ever ventured onto land
lungs to burst
eyes avoid the sand
old tongues lick
salt off old lips
and lose words to the sound
of squeals still held within –
let loose perhaps
if all is well
at the moment of death.
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