ever in shared
orbit
yet not within
reach,
just missing each
other’s
hands due to
speed
of
the spin we lost
ourselves
in.
isolation
treasure map lost
in pocket,
blonde sand floods
eye sockets
still dreaming of
rescue-
still clouded from
view..
within you know not
to reach
me
on beach starved
of trees
you know not
to find
me
resolve growing
thin-
blind to sea smoke
wafting
in.
noon’s brisk air
beckons–
yet, i dig in
deeper
sinking myself
further..
to be forgotten
by december.
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