Springing up
in the
salt-whipped grasses
they come as
a shock
rain rolling
off
their red
wax caps
undaunted
they are pressed
out
suddenly
into light, statements
easily
missed
Others rise
straight out of sand
strange and
surprising yet
blending with
the drift
as if any
startle hits only
the sleepwalkers
unaware
that wonder
is normal here
Expected or
not
they free
themselves anyway
out of the
dark, signalling
threaded
roots, a mystery
that must
unfold
and have its
say
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