tomorrow
Friday, 20 April 2012
he
he is my beach
a singular roar of surf
dependant on the moon and its wanings
a scurry of pebbles that skitter away in refuge
a circumstance and accident
small things beneath my toes that curl and grasp and hold
indeed
he
is
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