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        Rocks on the Beach at Tennessee Valley

             The statues rise in the full moon,

                             A chord,

                       Stupas built to fall -

                Rocks piled to stand,

                        like penguins,

                     looking out to sea,

                                an egg,

                                resting,

                             at their feet.

                        Each day the call

                                yearns to sweep the sea.

                                The lighthouse beam,

                                        a beacon,
                                    greeting the birth,
                                              creating,
                                                     me