storm rising wavelengths of white ibis
pulsar the tern’s wings in the Atlantic sun
zarzaparilla
brown pelicans trace
the Folium of Descartes
where the waves are the end of the beginning
neither shadow
nor reflection
sanderlings
my best days behind me the waves of the Atlantic
her wings
a laughing gull spreads
the stratocumulus sky
sea dune
pennywort stolons stitching together
the earth
a quarter moon in the seaspray lavender dusk
starstrand
the new vowels
the Atlantic teaches me
Joshua St. Claire
Joshua
Thank you for a wonderful week. And it ends, as all things must, at the sea.
Leila
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