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by Daniel Jul 20, 2020
We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins;
crowd in front of shop shutters until
the hustle of feet force us on.
we’ll sleep on a shore of broken bottles,
undressing under crescent light
to the dreams
of hushes and moans
we hear like water through shells, like
the breath through tussled reeds,
until the sea shoos us from
these jagged rocks.
by Maple Tree
Seas Shooing-- It makes me envision the waves scooting me to the beach, swiftly... just an elegant line. This poem is breathtaking!
Thanks Andrea! :)
by Gracy Judith
Daniel this is such a delight to read! I loved it start to end. Very beautifully penned.
Thank you Gracy. :)
by Ben Pickard