It looked swollen from her window,
The sea. She saw the shallows
Wrought with waves, smashing rocks, persistently
Creating sand for shores.
Amassing incessant shifting sediment on shaky floor,
Creating castles on silt foundations,
She loved none the less, yet all the more,
For risk inspires ardent loving, borne.
With foundations made of sand
Walls are built to help withstand the stormy weather
Retaining walls to ward off waves and water damage
To protect the heart from wreckage and
Cheeks from streaks and saltwater.
It felt swollen in her chest,
her heart.
She felt the shallow breaths
Wrought with weir, goading love, relentlessly
Re-creating walls for wrecking.
She sat, perched, and watched
As sun sew rays with grays changing day to night
It was a time catalogued in colored sunsets, in tactics–
mechanics, maneuvering
the organic pitter-patter patterns of the heart of war.
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