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BAPTISM

 

Snow blankets the empty beach.
The sun reaches to graze
its exposed skin; a body bare
and waiting, catching its breath
along the coast. It was November
when I last touched this shore.
The waves pooled at our feet
as we walked as far as we could
in the darkness. You sat at the
shoreline, letting the tide crash
into you with its weight, water
wrapping around you, grasping
your skin, rising to meet
your voice as you sang into the night
“you don’t have to be afraid,”
and for once in our lives we were not.

Jamie Lyn Bruce

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