Beached by Charlotte SmithI am King of my castle
nesting in the golden sand
laying leaves in the sun, a circle and
swirls, scrambling the sounds
palms fly in the air in praise
life to dreams of floating over
water licks my feet, reflecting
bottomless cups of my eyes: drink
in the cool sweat of one
shivers remind me how fire burns -
watch out, the horizon!
ships carry plagues. 08/14/2010 Posted on 08/15/2010 Copyright © 2024 Charlotte Smith
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