Hang new leaves
against the sky, tempt
the breeze astray, offer us
monarch butterflies,
but we are passing
to the sea
and cannot stay.
Shoulder the coast
along our cove.
We’ll stick to your shade
on the salt walk home.
Lost Ocean Rd.
Posted Week 29 by Joa · No Comments
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