I still dream.
Empty, aching bends of coastline
Emerald water pulsing
and every set as perfect as the last.
But in my waking hours
a different vision has revealed.
I trim his nails
and sing him to sleep.
All of 30 inches
And full of dancing,
My new dream will grow
With sand tween his toes
And salty air filling his small lungs.
EJ
Swell Lines 
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