Sunday, April 29, 2012

The beach


Your light is blue
And your green is violet
In between you
Your sides
Are yellow and sometimes black
The grains
Bend under my pressure
I make holes that don’t fill
So I can retrace my steps back
And out
You are clear today
Crisp and too transparent
It could frighten those that require
More clouds
I like you all exposed
Fragile protected areas
I warden you off with orange rope
Disrespectful people don’t know
How to care for you
I do
I lay down to get out of your wind
I zip up my coat
Your heat doesn't warm 
I search for my footsteps
Find my way out




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