Jul 31

When I was a bird, a crow
black winged upon the shore and sunning
in the tangle of days, salt and seaweed wrapped
watching oceans seep and move between the rocks,
the light jump or hide away within the blackened cracks
I waited for the afternoon warmth, the slow reveal of seas retreating
watching waves of oysters and clams, the rolling of pebbled sands
hours in the drift, sifting shores for broken mollusk shells
all of my days dredging between storms, in love
with the sky and sea.

CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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