One white stone
Black Sand beach
navigate steep narrow
for admission
waves
freed bodies
Watch
laughing sands
sun washes
over.
You should keep writing
even if it’s not for sale
you ought to keep trying
to paint the sky
with your dreams.
Step off
edge of the world
no abyss myth
concerns
footprints
soft like butterfly
round like honeybee
Romana rises
fire in wind
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.