Seasons on sand 

tides of life exhale

sands as pale

as tips

of cigarette lips

flaking,

falling

chip chapped

breaths

flop

breathlessly

like white bellied fish into

a sun bleached

pail

lay listless amongst

bone seed weeds

pale as narcissus in spring

but then the tides rush in

and

old ash flung

beaches

give way to waves

as green as steamy seedling breaths

pour potpourri perfumes into

wishing wells

show starfish reflections

caught by new moons

where heavens clap like whale tails

and fiddler crabs play daringly

as sands swirl merrily

through spring grown moats around my sandcastle pail

life inhales

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