50 Precious Words Story

Heart Stone

By the moonlit sandy dunes
the heart stone
lies very still.

The ocean waters, ever-moving—
nearly reach the stone.

Ghost crabs skitter by.
Loggerheads waddle to sea.

Warming. Brightening,
the beach awakens.

A willet skims the sunrise.

The tide recedes—

Tiny toes.

Mommy, look.

You can learn more about Vivian Kirkfield’s #50PreciousWords contest, and read this year’s entries, here.

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