Imprint

 

 

 

Storm brought

dead starfish

 

to the beach,

 

five fingered

stacks of ocean.

 

Tide washed

them out to sea

 

leaving only

imprints.

 

You follow

me in sleep

 

impressions of

the life we

 

lived,

 

battered on

the rocks

 

of years,

our dream

 

selves

linger.

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