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Crackers and Gulls
sea blanched shells, sand dollars vacant crafts of life strewn upon miles of winsome shore unintentional formations for sunrise joggers to evade, transients to fancy
the tide burst forth narrative, bits and pieces, trinkets of death treasures we greedily assaulted selecting the splendid, seeking only the flawless we crammed leather hobos full, destined for conformity;
the suburbs of hudson’s dull existence surrendering the lure of this day, this island, this melodrama fantasia, foreign to ice-drizzled mountains we'd climb our way home, soberly desert
a brilliant sunburst cresting summer’s horizon before beach-dwellers tossed tumbled stones and the ocean revoked her remnants, like unwanted strays dredged back to their shelter
we pitched crackers high as small arms reach up through salted breeze inviting a flock of circling gulls that swarmed our heads like agitated bees practically brushing flat our dithering hair
off-white wings tipped with surf they dodged and dove so close, frighteningly daring reminding me of you
from afar you studied a postmarked photo where we strolled a beach crowned by dawn two sets of footprints marring wind-brushed sands anxious surf nibbling our knees i loved that photo as i loved the horizon but i loved you most
you asked several times who'd captured that view wondering if we'd simply been two women alone ? a stranger had snapped it i promised your voice caught then strained amplifying deception
a sleepwalker rudely awakened should i confess he perched on a terrace ? a towering vulture amidst the gulls, the sea, the sands the peace, the glory, the fairy tale the ocean between you and i
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