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Not pets, but visitors, arrive
and leave again with the tides
at waist to me while diving for
a bounty taken to surface built
on floors once rotten, now restored,
as stable as the boards allow.
On level ground once prone to move
against itself as waters dripped
and trickled into waiting gaps
that close and harden underneath,
I'll watch a careless sun descend
again to burn the distant hills
and cast horizons in dull shade
while I debate my worth on land.