In memory of a living ocean

The sun beats down,
leaving my skin a strawberry color.
It is summer and we are at the beach,
feathers fall loose from seagull wings,
excited children run giggling and gathering them,
build sand castles of our world.
In a way childhood is one of those feathers,
bringing such joy,
such happiness to our eyes.
The water rushes in and out, in and out, placing my breath in the air
like a symphony.
I scratch my burnt skin 
and listen to the sound of nails on an old map.
Our world is warming and warming
until we return to the earth as sand once again.

 

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    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
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