Pocketless, seamless
the chill of the wind–
a reminder that now
is the only moment we’re in.
One day’s warm breeze
is another’s needy, upturned face.
I’m reading life’s book slowly,
constantly loosing my place.
Still, there is exhilaration
in each sea-salt sensation.
The wind-up wind
makes the morning feel
less fragile, more real.
Growth is an overgrowth;
the newest grass grows green.
Breathless breathing
in my ocean view dream.
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Yard Sale of Thoughts 
It sounds practically paradisical!
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Thank you, Ingrid. It is very relaxing to be so close to the ocean. The wind and the sound. Lulls me every time.
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Me too! 😊
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I love the first stanza.👍🙂
…and those sea-salt sensations, they’re just the best crisps ever!
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Thank you. It has been very soothing to be back by the sea.
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Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside 😂
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love that second stanza; yes, there are no dreams like ocean view dreams
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Thank you, John. The sound soothes the soul.
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