by Karla Kuskin
Sitting in the sand and the sea comes up
so you put your hands together
and you use them like a cup
and you dip them in the water
with a scooping kind of motion
and before the sea goes out again
you have a sip of ocean.
from Moon, Have You Met My Mother?
The Collected Poems of Karla Kuskin
HarperCollins, 2003
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