along the shores of the mind
we walk solo,
sliding our cold feet through
murky thoughts,
remembering and forgetting
many of them,
bound by forces seemingly
out of our control,
eastern waves push against
western sentiments,
conveying little in the brief
process together,
sounds of the seasons play
inside while
bodies mingle with the
changing weather,
on the shoreline are others
walking erratic.
moving in and out of the
shared time,
wooden soldiers in paper boats
sail inward,
closing the gap of pretense
seen earlier,
when small feet walked along
these same sands,
self-incriminations are the shells
picked up,
tossed back into tranquil waters
taken southward,
mental currents alter realities in
which we live.
October 30, 2025
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