A Wave Crashes Over Me
A wave crashes over me--
splatters its moonlit
eye,
spilling me
onto the shore:
Speaking of vintage:
its greatness,
not in the uncorked past,
but consumable
moment....
Often I come to the sea
at night
and reminisce
when time was simply ocean spray,
its grains of sand
all warmth
and comfort.....
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