Is to dream
of one blade of sea
on the far
side of a sandbox
Is to think skin
is no boundary
to waves
volatile as time
Is to plant
footprints and undress
prophecies too
delicate to translate
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these evenings: concerts, movies, friends open beach, live oaks, flowers spilling bells with no alarms the cherry tree dropping shade to mak...
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