Waves of memories
crash
on the jealous shores
Each drudging up
gelatinous
regret
Decisions
scattered
like silver dollar
shells
at my feet
I rattle
the chalky disk
hoping
for a dove
yet
the only way
to know
is to break it open
and
then
it is too late
"you don't choose a life
you live it"
the way and wild
calling me
to the path
rare
birdsong
breaks
through the cacophonous
glass pieces
native
flute
now
if it will come
through
the cloud
the sun
tries
Beautiful.
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