Posted in Poetry, Prose

The Sea Air

The sea air
reddened
my cheeks
tiring my eyes,
If I closed them
now,
would I awaken
in another place?
Just another
dry dock existing
in my past?
My sea legs
wobbled
as I fought to keep
my eyes open,
lest I fell
onto dry land
again,
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….

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American living in Denmark.

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