Strip of beach narrows.
High tide; high cliff.
Unending as if
When toward night
Fell in on each side
Of both for fright.
Strip of beach narrows.
No gulls, forewarning!
Sun's gold path, mourning.
My own, is he
Turned back on, re-traced
Engulfed, sandy?
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