Poetry · Writing

“edge of the world”

or so the sign says.

solo lawn chair-

warm waves crashing

forming spear shaped rocks

whining seagulls perch the

glossy mossed tips

look at thee- the “edge

of the world”

warm waves crashing-

a sign.

as eyes closed-

the waves, molding-

warm waves crashing

forming- sizzles

ivory silk sheets

coffee and vanilla fill the empty space.

sizzles raise from the pan

harmony providing sparrow

mug filled to the brim

sun overlooks the island-

the path-

warm waves sizzling-

seagulls carol-

raised feet atop

smoothing, shining stones-

at the edge

of the world.

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