Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Friday, January 18, 2008

Friday, January 18, 2008

Discovery

There is a taste of familiarity between the sea and the sky, a mist formed, as if on windshields, from exchanging words, and breathless stares as the foam breaks against the soft white sands. We feed the seagulls and a wayward pelican, uncover the sand fleas and crabs. Nothing hidden between these... Sign in to see full entry.

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