Tuesday, April 5, 2016

4.5.16 Respite

There I was, standing in the hot sun 
and the burning sand, 
watching my youngest walk across 
to the beach of my youth
The place where so much happened
 and didn't happen
Where the frozen waters 
turned your child skin blue and numb
And the only respite was from jelly fish tides



 

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