Spanish moss on oak, palm, pine, palmetto my welcome sign
My sea-legs buried in the soft white sand with coquina clams,
Expected silence shattered by croaking toad, chirping cricket, crashing wave,
Warbling painted bunting on the sun-bleached roof keep away the gnats
That gnaw at the sensitive flesh behind my ears, scorch marks
At the base of palm trees a whisper of fires past, fires and resilience
Of ancient roots - a family buried in the sands for centuries with bonnets,
Those sharks scouring the shallowest ocean water by tail-slapping dolphins
With dorsal fins glistening in the moonlit night, starry skies dancing
On wave crests unbroken until her dark heart of a carapace emerges
And her fins collect sand as she hauls he body to the dunes, her primal purpose
Propelling her to dig deeper at her ancient pace, year after year, clutch after clutch
Buried in the sand, primordial sighs and leaving her tracks like a memory in the sand
Before disappearing into the foam-crested waves.
My sea-legs buried in the soft white sand with coquina clams,
Expected silence shattered by croaking toad, chirping cricket, crashing wave,
Warbling painted bunting on the sun-bleached roof keep away the gnats
That gnaw at the sensitive flesh behind my ears, scorch marks
At the base of palm trees a whisper of fires past, fires and resilience
Of ancient roots - a family buried in the sands for centuries with bonnets,
Those sharks scouring the shallowest ocean water by tail-slapping dolphins
With dorsal fins glistening in the moonlit night, starry skies dancing
On wave crests unbroken until her dark heart of a carapace emerges
And her fins collect sand as she hauls he body to the dunes, her primal purpose
Propelling her to dig deeper at her ancient pace, year after year, clutch after clutch
Buried in the sand, primordial sighs and leaving her tracks like a memory in the sand
Before disappearing into the foam-crested waves.
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