Weight Bells
Barren like broken coral
I wander the desert alone
a nautical map in my mind
of sand’s gristles coalescing
Fins and snorkel thirst for wet
suit and pursuit as bubbles
disappear in quick sand and
sink holes glisten and simmer
Down at the ‘see bed’ right next to
Atlantis rings in sunken dreams Oasis
looms and teases a free flowing spindle
drowns hope in foreshore’s drought
As dunes of loneliness grind my lungs and ponged prong
remembers to chill in the perspiring heat I am ambivalent of
whether it was a good idea to trade my life buoy for an anchor
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