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
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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