Dying its daily death,
spreading its last fiery breath over the water,
casting long shadows and burnishing all with copper glow.
Youthful voices awaken in the darkening dunes,
a pair of soles left to dry by a rusted globe,
half swallowed by a million grains of erosion.
Into the brine the molten glow descends,
the diurnal farewell and nocturnal greeting,
meeting where the sky and ocean meet.
Ciaran Burke
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