beach

735
  0%
  0

Tags

rain carries sand and uncovers fossils

rain here by ransomed
drafts from warmer
continents

my space is chaffed
by the hidden soil
trailed from used
oceans

i, see

a stranded twirl
of stone pesce tail

still magic
despite miles
despite age
spites my eyes
spites vanity
bites
me

there. i am beguiled, so stand,
as i to wear into sand

Global Scriggler.DomainModel.Publication.Visibility
There's more where that came from!