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Surrounding this chair, pulled out
What might have been surfside, sits now afar from the lowest tide of crashing waves

When you walk thru the water ,
Oit is still, and reflects the path of the orange sunlight right thru you....wherever you stand....

Surrounding this chair, are cans of blue ribbon, and wet towels that speak of sleeping lovers.....

Boats on the horizon that look life transformers when they are facing you...

Surrounding this chair, which sinks into the sea, the sand moves with crabs, like the cameleons behind me, they blend..

I wonder how much a letting go is a blending........and what does that mean ?

-k