thoughts on the crest of breaking waves
gore
trace paths of salt poured into the boat
trace paths of salt poured into the boat
draws water
imaginary journeys
imaginary journeys
close my eyes
sudden beating of wings you
presence
sudden beating of wings you
presence
between the sketches of memory
the summer slips away.
the summer slips away.
A heartfelt thanks to his friend Charles for his beautiful poetry.
A hug.
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