ARRIVAL
darkness outside my window is
sounds of waves nearby is too,
coolness flows through the open door
too early for fall presumed...
sandy beaches seven floors down
sea oats and beach grass flourish
under the feet of tourist's path,
piano sounds flow by the opening
on the currents gulls no longer take,
open-close my eyes command themselves
tired and hungry were my last thoughts
of the day as my head hits the pillow,
my body follows subconsciously
as it will tonight is presumed...
September 9, 2024
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