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Tugboat Park
Fingers numb at the tip of this island
Toes as crushed ice upon the only sandy
beach
The sun falls quickly from the embrace of the
days blue blanket
Landing heavy upon once rain filled clouds
burning their edges and sunburning their
depths
Charing the landscape jagged pastel hues
Quiet rising tide inches towards settled
ground
Shushing all sand fleas and latent seaweed a
comforting hiss
Salty fingers will wrap each piece of
driftwood, hiding crab, bits of plastic
A wet clutch meant to weep the sand clean
When sun lets go of expectation to heat and
heal heavy clouds of support release all
colors into the sea
Dyed soft green waves rocks driftwood
Dyed dark translucent turquoise canopy
Quickly sweet slumber captured
Copyright ©
Antonella Novi
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