Felo de sea and sky

Clouds blew their brains out

overhead and drifted apart.

I cried for my part

in killing something beautiful.

Another beach day,

the lost criminal art.

I never believed in airy

penalties or sand castle pity,

personal truths or the

shameful rip tides

true love desires.

Sunbeams squeeze out,

lemon drops,

too sour to inspire.

© 2022 | K.Hartless


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