Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Salt Spray

I saw you on edge,
at the shoreline breathing out
your words to the sky,
the distant day sky,
while the surf's cold spray bruised me
with my failures, my
unwilling changes,
my compulsion to gather
your words, to know you.

September 11, 2010 11:10 AM


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    1. Wow. Haven't seen hide nor hair of you for quite a long while. Hope all is well.


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