body at momentary rest

Photo: Creative Commons

Photo: Creative Commons

~

on a warm beach winds blow from the East

in a new direction inspired by expectations unmet

touching my other side unfamiliar with its force

combing through my hair

~

the tides that lap have traveled

a thousand miles across the Atlantic

unceremoniously

washing my feet from the residue of experience

 ~

and sand free from gravity

meets me in salt air

as if to exfoliate sun-aged skin

and reduce me to simplicity again

~

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