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there are
shifting sweep of tides,
rocking wildly lost in the swallow of the bank’s mouth
the sigh of calm air choosing to blow
caressed in the palms that fortune tell direction

my feet are half-baked in jellies caked,
sandwiched in the tan crystals
rubbing green mask, cut cucumbers,
to freeze time on my face

snatching, i am stealing beauty

pressed on expanded beach towels
bronzing tones tangling in simultaneous smiles
homemade two-story castles rummage the dunes
wet gates in claps of little feet
tiny hands make windows pressed,
sealed, to last extended hours

the embarrassed contour wrapped between the trees
looking for tranquility hiding in the shadows under the belly of the boats
sunken rocky bridges buried by the vortex
all under the redden skies,
the orange sun seeking a new flavor
cascading on my forehead cutting rays

the fingerprints sizzle peeling skin aching for rest,
right away
stuck in politic rubbish,
note pad for imaginings near
sending letters to the sea