the beach sands saunter

May 10, 2015 12:32PM

the beach sands saunter ‘neath this
Pale blue hazy halo spring
Dream…

Pulling tides abide drooling
Shells salted
Grains still bleached with winter
Shock.

Standing dripping and caked in
Grit,
There’s no mistaking a grin planted
‘Cross that whole miasma shaking
Snow blown wake.

So the world becomes a
Kiss and so the world becomes
Washed in soapy languor
Twisted arching stretch flatlined along a
Horizon linbered flat and
Floating.