watching two grey squirrels
warring in a tree
as i sip
drugstore tea,
the plumes of vapor
comfort me
while i too am
sparring,
just internally.
mindfulness
someday i’ll
take it,
that ride with a
a stranger,
knapsack in
the back,
eyes shimmering
silver,
one day we’ll
make it,
to that wave from
shore,
shrouded by
cool sea
mist
a welcome home
i can’t resist.
trippin’ on lofi sea vibes
ear down in high tide
fresh and salt and weed and fish
swim in and nest in ocean’s kiss
lips spared the scorch
of sun’s blue torch
in tropic swell, the seabirds swirl
while i drown so chill
so well i soothe my little girl
splashing heels in rolling surf
can’t help but smile the clouds
from this day
that shall not fade
for aches and
greys
the brush of
clouds
above this
house,
a ring of birds, fresh
from the
south,
an oak that full well
knows its
age
in sun that hides
but never
fades.
sailing ships with
my eyes,
toes firm upon
land,
birds circling
until dizzy,
braced in sudden
a breeze,
summer rests its hand
upon my shoulder
to remind me
i’m seen
and stained into
the scenery.
settling into
strange bathwater
i swallow soap
bubbles to
float
but drift to the
ocean floor
as though i’d
died here
before.
i turn my
head
to alter my
view
and notice you
turning
too.
i drift sky
waves
like they know
my name
and mend in their
embrace,
while atop beach
rocks,
swimmers pause to
gawk
as i’m carried
off into
space.
i hear rubber gripping
fresh rainfall
and watch clouds circle
like seagulls
while neighbors vs. neighbors
rekindle each
other..
i smell stale incense
as the hours
trip on
by.
it honors the sea
to let her
speak–
your secret’s safe
with me.
hands in the garden 
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