We grasp what scraps of summer we find
and wrap them around our fingers like rings.
Even the beach holds its breath.
Even the seaweed dreams.
Glass Half Masked
homegrown poetry and prose
homegrown poetry and prose
We grasp what scraps of summer we find
and wrap them around our fingers like rings.
Even the beach holds its breath.
Even the seaweed dreams.
Backyard Apricots 
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