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Liminal couple

They walk the tide-line sands

bare-footed, toeing the ooze.

No longer holding hands,

no longer able to choose

other than listening to their news.

Between the sand and sea –

like walking in the margin

of a shared certainty –

they’ve felt a limit begin,

sensed the long circularity

they have travelled – like rind

protecting, containing them –

has begun to feel unkind,

too shallow a bowl to stem

their need to overflow its rim.

The tide is coming in fast

washing away footprints they left

like a promise they can’t trust

themselves to keep, like the heft

of change they can admit to at last.

Jim Friedman

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