Thursday, January 11, 2024

phases

the moon moves through its phases
nonchalant and slow 
each one pulls upon me 
like the tide washing on my shore 
when I think the cleanse has come
from the salty brine 
the crescent comes 
and shines its face 
with the memories that remind

laying on the sandy beach 
starring at the stars 
wondering how I landed here 
my heart on a sandbar
the bottle that I corked and threw 
into this vast green sea 
drifts out for just a little while 
then always returns to me

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