Tag: beach
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2608: Journal of Thoughts
Before the Bleaching mortality’s breathis in your salt-bleached bones whiteas inevitability something took you here a grip at the sinewed neckperhaps pressurewhere breath should pass the body knowswhen it is being ended the air may have smelledof metal the sky may have been blueor perhaps you blinkedagainst the rain none of thisis for the telling…
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Poetic Bloomings: 31 July
Summer Sunset We picked these last days from the bones of summer, said farewell to seagulls wheeling on the wind. We’ll miss their cry that swells on waves, their flight is a handsome turn, as sunlight falls into a death by water. written for Poetic Bloomings Summer Entertainment: Day 31
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Poetic Bloomings: 25 July
Between Here and There The beach sings white. Children heard. Cries deferred to birds above, or the joyous crack of rock candy between teeth. On the rise, a breeze. Such sweet relief. We are in a momentary peacetime. Between bad news. Half way to a tide’s ebb. Half way to melting. In the grasp of…
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