Coast

1.

High wire gull flight
chimney pots through rooftops
that hold secrets of other lives
wide azure field of sky
curves open to the sea .

Sun spins light
gossamer threads of gold
trailing skin, while wind whips
my hair rubs the past away
pumice on memory

sanding me whole again.

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