The Sea Air

The sea air
my cheeks
tiring my eyes,
If I closed them
would I awaken
in another place?
Just another
dry dock existing
in my past?
My sea legs
as I fought to keep
my eyes open,
lest I fell
onto dry land
The sea air bit, and tore
at my salty memory,
When I again awoke
my lips tasted
of brine,
and I stared
out of the window
to my much drier past….


Author: notthedane56

My early morning thoughts have been spilling out upon my virtual paper, still free of worldwide computer vira, as far as I know? Just think, if my words actually were the result of an infection, corrupting and twisting the truth as others know it? Sounds a bit like blogging...

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