she danced her dreams on the beach,
where waves roll in to desolate
the loose margins of the shore.
Sea gulls cut a line toward the sun,
pondering, I collect the rocks
smoothed by tides over the years.
one, two, three, four, and five...
A small tower built in the sand,
cool wind, shivering air,
the fixed images of water and mountain,
thoughts wink like nerves.
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