(no subject)
I walked out after the moon tonight and followed it to the shore. A quiet shore, just feet of sand hidden under rolls of coarse sea grass. The wavelets twist and bind this grass into strands, and the strands splice in the shallows to form mats and cables, and like long braids of hair, this black sea grass marks the swaying handshake of lagoon and land.
As I arrived small crabs and insects were out feeding in the darkness. My footsteps sent them skittering back to the safety of the decaying drift piles. So I stood alone, against a humid breeze, and rubbed my big toe into the sand. Beneath me the beach could be seen in dull shades of grey and blue, beyond that a hedge of dark sea grass, black between the sand and water. And on that water the moon danced, and fanned it’s light across the shallows, leaving a wake to show it’s progress towards the horizon. I watched it set and wondered in the darkness if I was the only one to see it go.
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I don’t shave when I’m in the woods.
I don’t even bring a razor.
And if someone were to catch me there,
washing in the river,
they’d find nothing more than me, bare.
And I doubt they’d be dressed better.
As I arrived small crabs and insects were out feeding in the darkness. My footsteps sent them skittering back to the safety of the decaying drift piles. So I stood alone, against a humid breeze, and rubbed my big toe into the sand. Beneath me the beach could be seen in dull shades of grey and blue, beyond that a hedge of dark sea grass, black between the sand and water. And on that water the moon danced, and fanned it’s light across the shallows, leaving a wake to show it’s progress towards the horizon. I watched it set and wondered in the darkness if I was the only one to see it go.
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I don’t shave when I’m in the woods.
I don’t even bring a razor.
And if someone were to catch me there,
washing in the river,
they’d find nothing more than me, bare.
And I doubt they’d be dressed better.