entre les falaises
24-05-21
24-05-21
I could enunciate the details of every single rock that sunk
and clamored beneath our feet
craggy but soft
eroded by a hundred years of salt baths
each and everyone of them called out my name
I put two of them in my pocket.
“Hold onto those rocks,” you said
“They’re sacred.”
Clenching them in my fists
I feel the rumble of the ocean
the wind in my hair
the fetid smell of algae and seaweed
the soft ripple of tide pools
no matter where I am.
and clamored beneath our feet
craggy but soft
eroded by a hundred years of salt baths
each and everyone of them called out my name
I put two of them in my pocket.
“Hold onto those rocks,” you said
“They’re sacred.”
Clenching them in my fists
I feel the rumble of the ocean
the wind in my hair
the fetid smell of algae and seaweed
the soft ripple of tide pools
no matter where I am.
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