1149

White fingers reaching for me

White froth washing me

Wave after wave reminding me

We are we, are we.

1136

An older man walks like he owns the world

I realize he does, and so do I

And so do you.

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Our eyes shine

Specs in the green iris

Campfire pupil.

Our world’s eye

Trees form a darkened ring

Sparkling stars beyond.

Our spirits together

An evening of sharing lives

Tear and shooting star.