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close to home
salt air and scrub pine
on the trail
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August 2015
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even candent days
cannot drive the willow leaves
from their homing place
(Magical Mystical Teacher)
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For Carpe Diem Tan Renga ‘even candent days’
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an ocean breeze
woven through the years
carries her
to one last poem
before august brain
arrives
already cerebral cells
dwelling on an atlantic beach
begin to doze, dreaming
(of) soft white clouds –
drenching the summer sky
with daydreams
and the barrier beach –
scarce plovers revisiting
a summer home
eroded shoreline
her resolve
slipping away
only vegetation
rooted in the dunes –
hangs on
the entertainment –
a gang of crows chasing
a kestrel
and still the ocean breeze
woven through the years
carries her
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
For The Sunday Whirl ” wordle # 119
NaHaiWriMo ‘drench”
For Poets United ‘pantry # 160’