salt lips & a buoyed band binds the sea in loose chains to swim in. the beach's thinned out, the clouds puffing in, the last ferry's debarked a last load. starting out now seems impossible but. the rock walls break the breakers in. nothing cannot be disciplined or freed. scant pines stagger the apennines semaphoring what. quartz- striped granite tells a time that outlives us. I am older than the sea in me.
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