The beauty of seagulls—
often obscured by trash and french fries in parking lots—
But here!
Dots on blue green waves,
heads tucked into white feathers,
sleeping circles on brown sand.
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Friday, October 25, 2019
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
37 Weeks Ago
Man carries dog
down to the beach for its walk.
True story.
down to the beach for its walk.
True story.
And even further back!
Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.
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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
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Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
and shoes.
Worth it.
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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
--------
Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
Thursday, September 25, 2014
I walked the beach last time (9/12)
I walked the beach last time,
hating the sand in my shoes.
Now I miss it.
hating the sand in my shoes.
Now I miss it.
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