storm rising wavelengths of white ibis
pulsar the tern’s wings in the Atlantic sun
zarzaparilla
brown pelicans trace
the Folium of Descartes
where the waves are the end of the beginning
neither shadow
nor reflection
sanderlings
my best days behind me the waves of the Atlantic
her wings
a laughing gull spreads
the stratocumulus sky
sea dune
pennywort stolons stitching together
the earth
a quarter moon in the seaspray lavender dusk
starstrand
the new vowels
the Atlantic teaches me
Joshua St. Claire
Saragun Springs 
Joshua
Thank you for a wonderful week. And it ends, as all things must, at the sea.
Leila
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Joshua
I truly enjoyed how you’ve reinvigorated the haiku form this week in the Springs.
Tennyson said that nature is “red in tooth and claw” and he also knew that it’s beautiful. Even the end, in the end, ends up being beautiful.
Carl Jung said that life, for some of us, really begins at 50! The rest of it is trial and error, practice and paying your dues. America only worships what it thinks it can sell. The real, true, deep religion of America is, without doubt, $$$: i.e., idolatry.
The ocean is equal parts terror and beauty. Nothing more beautiful under the sun and I don’t want to go swimming where the big sharks are, even though I also find them rather beautiful (in their way)!
Dale
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I nice way to end the week of this poet. “where the waves are the end of the beginning.” … As in hoping to see more.
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