Monday, December 7, 2015

Going West

the beaches are far away
over the mountains
past dried out vineyards
on, on along rivers, running
running away down paths
down bleached stairs
over spiky grasses
across rows of rippled sand
until there's a tidal reach
where the water searches for me
a touch just remembered
blurred and muted
like an ebbing song

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