Transatlantic

the need
for the rustle of palm fronds
scrape-scrape
and the deep blue sea,
the itch
 i cannot scratch

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One thought on “Transatlantic

  1. how forlorn and detached am I/ that I hear/ surfing waves/ and winds talking through palm sways/ in a mere tapestry?

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