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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Shorelines

Beyond the dunes the sea is grey and deep.
With time to kill and winter here
she sees the trembling of the stars.
On this beach as long as the moon is bleak
there's time still to gather bright shells.
She has a lump, is growing short of breath,
and dreams of airports, now impossible.
Oh, those distant stars, and their flickering.

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Jim C. Wilson  Poet
‘A true poet —