Too much tide

A full moon they said
hidden behind cloud
the tide washed high
washed away my prints
gone without a sound.

I turned across the beach
watched the water churn
flood its spit flecked spite
block all sight & sound
the way before me .

A high spring tide:
I never knew the might
lost far inside my mind
saw sudden change in light
before the water doused me.

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