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Tai-Chi

Tai-Chi
Sandwich terns, bills tipped
in yellow, plummet into the shallows,
flutter up with silver fish.
Black legs blurred, the winter grey
sanderling probes the wave-washed sand.
Off shore, the dolphin arcs
out of the swells following the mullet.

On shore, people hurl weighted hooks
into the shallows, hoping for a hit,
while a swimmer, belly bulging over her
bathing suit, practices tai-chi,
hoping for grace.

Just a Moment