I
a fly
on the beachsand
washes his face.
II
a southerly wind blows
scratching at
my towel.
III
from downlake:
the sounds of a hundred gulls
fornicating.
IV
this little sandy spring:
hissing & *******
over black stones.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
I
a fly
on the beachsand
washes his face.
II
a southerly wind blows
scratching at
my towel.
III
from downlake:
the sounds of a hundred gulls
fornicating.
IV
this little sandy spring:
hissing & *******
over black stones.
more to come as i let the beach take me along.
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