5 AM Musings
EvilToasterElf
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I walk on a old boardwalk blown grainy with Atlantic sand
my feet make depressions in the middle of the wood
as if the forest were happy to hear the ocean
in a shop down the street, wood burns
heats the sand into glass, both were
happy in a home many miles away
the glass ] cools with red wine
and shivers with laughter
the glass falls in pieces
and lands in the trash
joins a box of matches
the sand and wood together again at last
my feet make depressions in the middle of the wood
as if the forest were happy to hear the ocean
in a shop down the street, wood burns
heats the sand into glass, both were
happy in a home many miles away
the glass ] cools with red wine
and shivers with laughter
the glass falls in pieces
and lands in the trash
joins a box of matches
the sand and wood together again at last
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