almost a minute and a half
it was
almost a beginning and a breach
it was
replay of *****, South Georgia- bare on a dog's back
it was
the summer before released weakened trophies
it was
a lighthouse upon the water, looming ex photographs not yet in print, not yet in motion, not yet remembered, not yet
Speculating the worth of not yet..not now..not anymore..not ever
I felt the urge of salt water and a feel of foam
even so, the sand familiar, I remain ankle deep in sailor straight stripes...the violet orange blush can lull me in deeper, i'll dream a dream choosing not to escape and it was enough to wake up smiling

*it was