Those are not my footprints in the sand
I stroll behind
I watch others’ footprints flow
Those are not my friends in the photograph
I stroll behind
I hope they would not mind
This is not my year for even numbers
I step aside
I am Aquarius and partly blind
This is not yet my year of death
I’m standing still
I am older now but destined perpetual Valentine
Did you arrive with the tide
are you the last of your kind
did you break free from a hand
taken by the sea
Did you linger hopeful
you might be found here by me?
What sea brings in
sea will soon wash away.
Nothing remains here
for more than a day.
What the sea washes in
the sea takes again.
Stairway to sea
closed today
jumpers await
sundown shadows risk
stand on ledge
telepathic waves
wash away
walk away
another day.
I keep thinking
of a gravemarker
there onshore
where to read
life collides with your jeopardy
sea rhythms cover us
again
and again.
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