You control the tides
Back and forth and
Back and forth
Covering
Hide
All of the sand
The beach
The shore
The shells
The life
You control the tides
Push them in
And out
And out again
Further away
Until we say
Where is the water?
Where are the waves?
I’d like to go out
When you bring them in
Too far
Too close
Driving home
Closing in
We want them gone
We want to walk
Not swim
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Emma K. Weir
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WE WANT TO WALKK ...LOVE IT