Silver Surf(er)

 

There’s a wonder
to the places where water
folds into land,
where the taste of salt
on lips is magic.

Dig your toes in deep
and steep your heart
in Blue. Watch the moon
plop in,
full and fat
and content only
to be consumed.

Sift your soul
in seaglass,
and you’ll never
be the same.

And when you get back
home,
just hold the world
softly,
and wish
for rain.

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Written for Poetic Asides. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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