Feelin Good Feelin Hot
Eyes to the sand,
an inch away
wind catches my back
as the seagulls soar,
a saucer through
the blue
diving in and out
trash is blown,
leaving its will to
stay with ground
soar trash soar
as I lay sturdy
with palms
down
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