*

wellness downing

with the evening

lightly salty breeze

it’s a loud concert

around me waves

crashing every where

deep remote thunder

of the sea underneath

brought up by that

back and forth moving

crickets and cicadas

fighting for the solo

now that the city man

who couldn’t stop

talking has left

I’m laying on the cliff

open to the sky

a million pieces of

me scattered the last

rays of the day will

gather

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