She was lying there,
waiting there for me.
I knew where she would be:
she lay between the land and the sea.                    

She lay
where the sand meets the sea
and takes the seed flung up by me.

She was uncorrupted,
save by the sound of surf, and I,
untainted by any thing except desire,
still seek her there where she lay
at the merge of sand and sea,
lying there waiting for me.

August 19, 1976

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