Adobe, for now and forever

Sitting by the shore

On the edged jetties

Trailing through the fingers

Those cusps of clouds

With eyes shut, paused thoughts

Breathing all of nature in me.

Gathering the voices of wings,

Savoring the music of the lonely wind

Here I sit, not to go

But to make this call my rescue abode.

 

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