Beachcombing by the dim light of the blood moon

Inhaling the fetid stench of rotted jellyfish

The waves crash continuously, creating their coastal cacophony

Shuffling the fine sand through the cracks in ragged toenails

Cry’s of gulls almost lost in the wind burrowing deep into thoughts

Granules seeping into shorts after a plop down onto the beach

Leaning back, swishing the head back and forth to dig a depression

Deep breathing takes over, all other things and sounds fade

The night passes, the day brightens the sky

Heat on the face, eyes squinting up into the sun

Sitting now, staring at the surf






Till we meet next

My heart is where you reside

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