Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Overheard at Booth 1: The Sound of the Sea


We were to each other
the sound of the sea
washing against the pebbles, the
rocks that cut our toes, and
our laughter rang out as we collapsed
into each other's arms, two friends,
blood-brothers, there
between cliff walls and an orange sky,
left by a sun dying
in the Pacific.


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