I’ve shadowed my youth with

arms raised, dancing the full aroma of summer while my

feet discover unknown paths.


My skin feeds on the colors of day as I melt with warm

sand near waters of Egyptian green and blue; I strike

the surface with stones.


I have the memories of days

attached to me like thought magnets.

I carry the cloak of searching,

turning corners wide eyed.


Night breathes in approaching shadows, with gray

curtains of air opening the envelope of dusk

until black is achieved.





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