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waves whip –
lash out –
foam fizzles
out
taken
for granted amongst the sea
comforting tessellations of mountains
you call home nowadays
the seagull does more than eye
its prey
and fortunately
for comfort
no ammonites lay near us
amens only found in the wind
the acidity of the ocean air
curls my lips toward
the taste of whatever the opposite of
being landlocked is called
upon oneself
for answers
for familiarity
for a home where dreams won’t die
About the Creator
Kayla
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
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