flotsam
the scent still.
landscapes within linger
wide green
rises falls and rises again.
Now I am home and understand.
In your untrained eye
castles are made
collapse
rise again
moons grow full
become new waves
turn to surf.
the world
well the world just does
what worlds do.
vice versa
my tactic is
thank you for the fire the fire
thank you for saving me from be being just me
thank you for the sand still in my pockets. ship
our disappearing footsteps
the shell in simpleness
singularity
sea mist
bladderwrack
and further out to new land
(but no fossils there)
flags flutter
tides come in go out
birds dance sing
people comb.