facedown
the sun washes up,
facedown/ two pavement cracks
apart/ dandelion fluff boat crashes,
on the unforgiving linoleum
of the sea floor/ and the elegant curve
of your throat, pruned with too salty
bathwater// you said it would help you think //
drooping, because sometimes even a distorted reality
is too much/ instead, you watch the lone crest of the moon
over the weary horizon/
the sweet rustle of ripened foliage/
from the slanted joint of your fingers
does the deep light sedate your mind?
oh to be alone- truly!
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