Friday, October 18, 2013

Island Dweller

An island dweller am I,
The crashing waves lull me to sleep,
But by day
They infuse a rhythm,
On this little spit of land,
Hands weathered by the harsh winds
Pulling the day's catch.
Salty air,
Like strong coffee,
Senses awakened,
And filled with gratitude.

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