beached, washed up onto shore.
thread bare
in clothes,
no shoes, no phone,
no luggage
in tow.
just you and white sand,
a crystal
pool of blue.
some palm trees
along the cove.
no sign of life.
a native girl
with a coconut walks by.
it's good
to be alive.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
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