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With My Eyes Closed

 
I don’t go outside
as often as I use to do
and over time
it looks like
I’ve brought it on myself
the way I feel.

When I think how
everyday
on summer vacation,
when the heat
made ghost rings
‘round the sun,
making the sand dunes
shimmer
like a mirage —

I’d run
barefoot in my sunsuit
down to the beach
from our
clapboard bungalow
that visibly tilted
slightly,

with a pail & shovel
to dig up
sand dollars,
and starfish dried stiff,
watching the waves
roll in at low tide
nearly able
to reach my toes.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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Entered in the Poetic Medic #4: Now Turn Your Head And Cough comp.(JohnnyBlaze & Ahavai)
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