Wet sand beneath
my embracing feet
coolly told the news
of your passing
Sunshine rays
breathe a parting gift, while
August reveals cleavage of
September's allure
Gold licked beach grass
waves goodbye to me
the breeze exhales
that celebrating inhale
Setting sun dances offstage
greets a dawning moon
begin
begin
begin
Monday, August 15, 2011
Turnings
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