Freeverse 429

4/19/21

smooth stones near my home
driftwood and razor clams
sea foam and mountain roads
where kites have minds of their own
a familiar beach as far as can see
moss a green reflection of me
the bells ring in the general store
a sound heard ten thousand times before
whales breeching the sea
I think they do it just for me
outside wind and pouring rain
inside sand goes down the hotel drain
the moored red bouy is moving again

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