Mouth of Salt and Cedar

These waterways

are catcall stays,

siren songs that bind you –

to sandy beaches

where gelatinous creatures

bake

in ebbing froth.

 

Waves crest with evergreen zest,

leaning ever forward.

The gray mist hangs – a reluctant pang

of things left and leaving.

 

Drown yourself

in aquamarine wealth,

mouth of salt and cedar.

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