Summer Hell In a Day
like the feel of wood swooning to seas touch
the scrape of knife on plate
slow mo clouds on breeze unsure
hushing trees
gargled chuckles of seagull pass
acetically addictive
glass alps projectile vomit
from misunderstood sand
sea murmurs of deeps untook
plastic bag schooners
seaweed popping pimples
and tears
i remember the tears
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