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
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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?
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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.
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Stairway to sea
closed today
jumpers await
sundown shadows risk
stand on ledge
telepathic waves
wash away
walk away
another day.
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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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