Tuesday, September 3, 2019

bringing it home

I've got sand
in my ears, my nose,
my shoes.

my hair, such as it is.
there's sand
in my mouth.
the ocean too.

the salt of the sea
I've taken home with me.

I brought back the wind.
the sights.
the memory of water
against
the shore.

the waves. the days.
the nights.

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