Before me, at toe-edge,
Rolls the last of the line
Before deluge —
Ice cold, born of ancient glaciers
And the last fall
Of snow— unveiled,
Our breach, our forgetfulness. Thank you, antoinette nevitt, for this One Line poetry prompt! Waves
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Quell the rise
Of wanton waters, a broken tide
Pulls a person — one way
To find some open water —
Soft, level, that…medium.com