
Dune
a broadloom of sand
and tufts of grass
that grip the dunes.
the surface is absent of
idyllic solitude.
the sea air is windblown,
turned and risen full volume.
sand shifts, spills, and holds
the shade of midday heat
against our feet,
and we have nothing
planned in mind.
Written for RDP: “Sand”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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