Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Something To Be Said For





I cried showers
Just to see a rainbow,
But all I ever saw
Were halos and gray tones
I'm like a coast
wearing thin in the wind
of every controlled exhale.
I am a coast
of grainy experience,
speed schemes and mean dreams.
I hold pebbles and broken shells
on display like I've discovered
their beauty; their art.
I'm not a coast
with umbrella drinks
and smiling melodies.
My sand isn't clean
but it's warm
when shadows cool
every other shore.

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