The Die Is Cast
hard to remember an image as precious as this offering
the gods must have been in jubilant spirits
jagged edges through out this ocean~view
the aqua blue splattered in coral a first for this salty dog
a long hard swatch of baby pink draws out the young boy
use to skip carefully procured flat stones
across the curls of this mighty waterway
my mistress calls -time to prepare for one more adventure
ride the ocean
the die is cast
armand~
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