When Venus Born from Foam

When Venus
born from foam
fully grown
steps to the sand
sun-hot
she stops—
a step back
into surf
and again
the green waves surge
and a rose scent
sweeps against
her skin
still wet
and a clamshell
cream and pink
curves up again
from the sea
to tenderly cup
her feet.

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