I’ve Been Here All Day


sand in tiny particles

is heavier than water

light on the wind

glitter in a pool of tears


salt cramps the creases of skin

paints the burned driftwood

a silver swirl of grey and white


I wander with the piper bird

following no plan

but the impulse of my feet

cold on dry sand


tell the fragile butterfly wings

twisted with the seaweed

how to fly after death


wind hums in my ear

sends decay up my nose

catches my pant leg taught

brushes my tracks away

The End

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