this cricket tomorrow was a word I loved before the ocean
Tag Archives: ocean
On Dry Land
The problem in rolling
out over the ocean
on a day like you might
ache for just a single
sheep of traveling cloud
only a few blinks
and the wind you are
worse off now without
taste birds circle
maybe
later that one friendly
star and now paddle
with meaning maybe
you were going
the bright way all along
after talk of labyrinths longing to see the ocean
the ocean’s dark blue love of being broken
the dishwasher
halfway through
a dream of the ocean
how out bodies work so the ocean has salt
a seagull skims the ocean’s old manifesto
waiting for the miracle wheat flies over the ocean
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