like matted and framed art
imposing its image
on your view
Everywhere
tiles of a mosaic landscape
are blurred by blocky pixels
The sun was closer
over there
and tasted like
drying butterflies
fluttering afloat
on wafts of wind
shifting its salty scent
under the stench of seaweed
seagulls plead
for more
humid places to hide
in plain sight
behind blankets of fog
rolled into the corner
banked against the wall
Prickling sweat seeps
out of pores
out of pores
through toes, by feet, notches
sand measuring your senses
by the multifaceted grains
Counting into delirium
the ebb and flow
of aqua vita replenishes
reflecting brightly
blinded by pale optimism
of new beginnings binding me
I glare
back
parched
and drenched
moving on.
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