Neptune thoughtlessly
tossed his love
in the high tide
onto the shore...
where she was bereft
....stranded among
the empty shells
fizzing with inner
surfbubbles, garlanded
by seaweed,
and housed under driftwood.
Realizing his great
mistake, he flowed
in...lifted her up
with his watery arms
and took her home.
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