Tag: sand

  • Everywhere I go I leave little piles of sand

    Everywhere I go I leave little piles of sand

    That was the summer we all got sickgutters flooded with wattle and pine I lived in constant readiness to see a sea lionstraining to sight the waves from my deckstayed up too late sucking the heat from the wallsthank godyou can look at the moon without being blinded I remember the Garden of Edenand life…

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